hence nothing remains except for our regrets.

millions and billions and trillions of stars but i’m down here low, fussin’ over scars

he has your eyes.

they’re full of fear.

[x]

yes hello

I can hear the familiar voices rumble, rumble.
I can feel my life in those hands tremble, tremble.

why’d you have to go and be the hero

my character cearver ser devein (aka cearver or cear) who ran away to a desert island in honor of her sister who died in a war between their tribe and a rival tribe. shes sassy and lacks people skills even before she became a hermit.

mmmm i wanna draw more off

i drew a grimbark and probably not gunna finish it buuuut happy 4/13 !!

cold front