funblade:

i haven’t drawn this disaster child in a while so have a 15 min sketch of her

A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it’s the most painful thing you’ll ever have to do and that you’ve ever done. But what’s yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it’ll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won’t have to put it back in the sky again.
 C. JoyBell C.  (via lyrexz)
send me a ship, and i will tell you:

k4rkl3s:

• when or if I started shipping it.
• my thoughts:
• What makes me happy about them:
• What makes me sad about them:
• things done in art/fic that annoys me:
• things I look for in art/fic:
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 
• My happily ever after for them:
• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.
The Flies (Jean Paul Sartre)

nataliedomrer:

Asami Sato: three years later

dashingicecream:

laughs

anastasia!au