thank you benfica for doing your fucking job in your own fucking stadium
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thank you benfica for doing your fucking job in your own fucking stadium
benfica you will pay for your crimes, this is the boy you’re letting down.
eu so queria ser feliz ..... nao da com o benfica
nem pensar amiga não dá mesmo 😔 jogam mesmo como uns otários não sei o que é que se está a passar
PENALTYYYYYUU WE’RE HUGEEEEE
benfica please be serious for once
benfica already losing fuck off
Bunch of random sketches
Just boys being boys ❤️
You reach for him, through unfocused stare. Through that sad, distant look of replayed memories.
He flinches at the touch. You know it brought familiarity, it always does with them, at least until they realise you're not the one they saw in their dreams rupturing into reality.
He's soft. He's gentle, handsome and kind.
You leave together,
yet he's alone in his confession. It rolls off his tongue (...)
He rolls his hand into a fist. It's one time, it surely has to be.
Second time makes you wanna escape. It's not a mistake,
But the second one follows a third, and a fourth and a fifth-
He's gentle, he's handsome and kind. He's the end.
Equally gently he puts your bones at the foot of his roots, tying your stranger life together with other's through his perception. You, your life so separate from his, entwined together only by kindness of your mistake and his image overlaying yours. You don't belong to yourself anymore. You're decaying monument to someone else's dubious affinity.
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I hate writing with all my heart but I needed to put into perspective the ripples that come from choices made by other characters. How collateral damage keeps building up on the sidelines whenever someone else gets caught in between them.
Thus the decision to build my own monument to the unnamed character I killed. The sacrifice of doing the thing I hate so that glimpse of their story is told
It's unfinished, it's sloppy, but a mark nevertheless.
There's a lot that happened before this comic and lot that happens later, and I unfortunately will not provide linear reveal to their story.
Edit: Adding two songs for my own reminder