i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
And when my time is up
Have I done enough?
Will they tell my story?
the story of tonight x empty chairs at empty tables
Ferre comes home and hears Courfeyrac singing the lyrics “Lord, show me how to say no to this” over and over again to himself. He walks into the kitchen only to find him making heart eyes at a piece of triple chocolate cake.
the world will never be the same.
Yep, Hamilton lyrics still go with everything.
You can blame this idea on my younger sister. This was absurdly time-consuming, but I finished it in the end–I’m finally putting a dent in my art to-do list.
I WOULD BLOW THEM ALL AWAY.
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal