It’s been a while since I tried to paint like this. And by a while, I mean two-ish years? It’s not great, but it is done.

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It’s been a while since I tried to paint like this. And by a while, I mean two-ish years? It’s not great, but it is done.
“One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls one back.”
Robin Hobb, Royal Assassin
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows: “When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything," she said.”
Arya Stark by ~aprilis420
i hate doctors
but let's keep our fingers crossed and hope we can figure something out with this lump today
LUMMMMMMMMPYYYYYYYYY