#a one two

[trisscar368]

*curls up into tiny tired ball*

[trisscar368]

That’s what’s killing me.

Not just that these artists are gone, not just that there’s art that’s forever lost.

They didn’t want to stay.  Which sure, is heartbreaking in and of itself, people falling out of love with anything is just painful to see.  Because they’re in pain, and something that brought them happiness just doesn’t anymore.

But either they hurt so much they had to remove everything, or they just thought they didn’t matter.

Tell me you can see the depression parallel here.  Tell me you can see the suicide parallel, because it’s killing me.

There’s always someone who will miss you.

There’s always someone who will sit and wonder over what you could have been.

There’s always someone who misses your laugh and your quirks.

There’s always someone standing at your grave.

Always.

And fuck, I didn’t want another grave to cry over.

[trisscar368]

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[lunchtimerushin]

Speed Paint; Vorpal Swords/ Jabberwock

Rurut/ia: Chou no Mori

[armalis-archived-blog]

In the past 36 hours, people have tagged me in mom posts, apocalypse posts, and flower crown posts, and I feel like this is the ultimate introduction to my existence on the internet.