this is an old drawing of my babe. it's a icon so fell free to use if you want, just please give me my credits <3
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this is an old drawing of my babe. it's a icon so fell free to use if you want, just please give me my credits <3
Made a Yamato fanart while i was testing colours.
I've never drawn Sabo before, I think
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My sweet boy Ace
Identity
Sometimes i look at what weve acomplished in our lives. I look at our trophies we have behind glass. I look at the pictures of us.
I look.
I look, and I begin to cry.
For each keepsake we cherish, I cannot help but find the porcelain façades. When i stare at the photos, i dont see my friends.I dont see faces of people i know.
i dont smile.
Where as you may feel nostalgia at times from the past, I can only dream of such. When i think about my past, i see something id rather forget.
something id prefer die with me.
Sure, you may be able to find my face in every picture of our friends, but i will only ever see a person who never existed beyond their accomplishments.
Why.
Why have I hung pictures of somebody else's life upon my walls. Why have I framed a life that i never lived.
Why do I pretend that person is me.
I m not who i say i am.
Because that person died long ago.
I do not remember the joy they fellt, nor the sorrow. I stare at them like a piece of art i dont understand.
Who is the person I used to be?
Where did they go?
They left me with but a name and a book in some language I dont understand.
i play "she loves me she, loves me not"
in a feild of forget-me-nots
a flower circlet upon my crown
held together with plenty of knots