“Nary ever was a moment lost in consideration before comparing my mother and I: her shadow I was, a smaller version of herself, with few... Distinct differences.”
“We were as close as mother and son could be, and for that very reason, I try to keep her from my mind. I miss her deeply, achingly, but I... I-I can’t go back. Not now, not ever.”
“I don’t think she even knows I’m still alive.”
T’odd Ituha speaking about his mother, T’chatsiri Oshook.
photoset inspired by @valgiraffe-ooc :>










