Take me home where the restless go.
R e c k l e s s ‘til the day I rest my bones.
There’s no use trying to save my soul.
There’s no use trying to save my soul.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Take me home where the restless go.
R e c k l e s s ‘til the day I rest my bones.
There’s no use trying to save my soul.
There’s no use trying to save my soul.
survive all you want – I’m going to t h r i v e
❝ She bargains like a
lawyer
SACRIFICE like a
M A R T Y R ❞
[ SPEED PAINT ]
You made a bad decision and you can’t go back.
oops, my hand slipped…..
Even Dio said some nice stuff to Jonathan.
(i accidentally deleted the original post ;;;A;;;)
doodles
The demon who comes when people call its name…
about time.
I relate to Frisk.
Anyway, my friend showed me this song I hadn’t heard in so many years, and it fits Chara and Frisk so well that I’ve just been listening to it on repeat as I paint this.
…I need somebody to save Frisk.
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Pass through Peacefully?
Or Have Fun?
i didnt mean to, im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry
“ WHERE are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang And stood in brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their GRAVES, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. ”
- The Death of Flowers, William Cullen Bryant