what if I was slowly dying of internal bleeding and hypothermia and you stayed with me and read to me. Because you know I'm dying and you don't want me to be alone and scared (like you were). And what if I chose You, instead of heaven?
Day 3 of learning to use gouache paints. I decided to try painting the background, and used pencil instead of pen for final line art cuz I like the sketched look
I think finding out Neil Gaiman was in a punk band just made my day 😭
I used to think you were a “I’m going to sit in a dark room and brood” sort of teenager, but now I’ve just found out you were in a punk band so now I’ve got a mental picture of a teenage version of you and your mates loitering around a small town with god save the queen playing in the back. Where on the scale were you?