How life be feeling 🫠
seen from Yemen
seen from Japan
seen from Romania
seen from Netherlands
seen from Russia
seen from South Korea

seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from India
seen from Netherlands
seen from Netherlands

seen from Netherlands

seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from India

seen from Australia
seen from Colombia

seen from Netherlands
How life be feeling 🫠
old memorial i drew for berserk
When will the last time I ever mourn us be?
Will it be a random Tuesday when my grief lets me go? Or will I always find a path back to our bed where you let the warmth wither leaving me in the cold all alone?
The last time I think of you might not be some profound longing thought. I might just find myself wondering if that guitar of yours is finally playing some happier chords.
The grief will leave but, that age old adage rings true; grief lives with you, but sometimes it gives you reprieve by simply stepping into the other room.
In that reprieve, the truth hits hard like lightning cracking through a tree. I’m finally realising I am only mourning the romanticised idea I made us out to be.
I’ll be the bride in all black - t.k.o
okay shitty digital art
Swollen Amygdala by M. Abraham
“Lost of identity”