Pet the Fire Horse 🔥 Regret Nothing
Someone says that scorched off palms will be a small price to pay to pet my fire horse. Can't resist to drew it 😆

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Pet the Fire Horse 🔥 Regret Nothing
Someone says that scorched off palms will be a small price to pay to pet my fire horse. Can't resist to drew it 😆
Empyre: X-Men #4 August 19, 2020
January Gill O'Neil - Regret Nothing
If at 4 a.m. you find yourself awake and alone, curled up in your half-empty bed under a flashlight's
white light reading a poem, little moon casting its aura across the page, regret nothing:
not the clothes piled in the corner, not the drawers closed like caskets, the unpacked lunches,
the bedtime story trapped in its book, the child's glove under the couch missing the body it protects-
all that must be swept, bundled, and carried off to somewhere else, only to return to the source of your
unmaking. Regret nothing. Even as a glimmer of yourself catches you in the mirror like a stranger,
walk into the day with your whole heart intact. Walk into the center of everything. Leave nothing in your wake.
Con haul and outfit pics from when I got home today!
Told my friends I’d spend all of my savings on flights and tickets to SDCC 2026 if we all went as book accurate iwtv characters while drunk…
A poem by January Gill O’Neil
Regret Nothing
If at 4 a.m. you find yourself awake and alone, curled up in your half-empty bed under a flashlight's
white light reading a poem, little moon casting its aura across the page, regret nothing:
not the clothes piled in the corner, not the drawers closed like caskets, the unpacked lunches,
the bedtime story trapped in its book, the child's glove under the couch missing the body it protects-
all that must be swept, bundled, and carried off to somewhere else, only to return to the source of your
unmaking. Regret nothing. Even as a glimmer of yourself catches you in the mirror like a stranger,
walk into the day with your whole heart intact. Walk into the center of everything. Leave nothing in your wake.
January Gill O’Neil
Image: black and white pic of girl reading in bed with a flashlight by Liza Hall
That moment where you think life can’t get any better but then you realize you have been here in this moment before and it crashed while it crumbled. And you were left wondering where it went wrong because you thought you were enough.
So you just breathe in the moment, hoping and praying you’ll get more in life because they truly never fucking just last forever.
True happiness seems to only come in moments.