they’re kindred spirits to me. you understand
I kneel at the shrine in gratitude for my god has answered my prayers. My calloused and cupped palms shake with the weight of the gold gently placed within them. Like a kiss from the wind, her presence is fleeting and fills my lungs. Memories of my youth drip down my face with my tears and longing strains my muscles.
Btw I love ur art
LMAO thank uu always happy to answer the call














