I can't even find the words.
He was younger than me. And yet he felt so wise. The news last year were hard to swallow, but he was so adamant in being positive and uplifting. Drawing him made me feel better. And he inspired so much of my studies and designs... now he won't be able to ever see them.
I'm trurly devastated. This is just another thing that is giving me grief in a very hard time, and I know that he can't be the one cheering me up now.
I hope that his friends and family can stay strong, has time to properly grieve and finds comfort in each other. I sure as hell can't. But they deserve better.
Edit: i will never stop making art of him, and I think none of you should. It will take time. I cant even reblog pictures of him or be on tumblr right now. But I know we will find our catharsis, hopefully soon. He lives in us. And I intend to make what he gave us immortal