When I was 7 it happened, I started to breath, I started to feel, I started to feel alive because I could feel myself ageing... I feel alive because I realized I'm dying, slowly, over years, I am getting older and every breath is different, every colour slightly new. And knowing I am alive and that I am dead I have chosen to believe in you because you make me happy. Thank you. Lots of love, Anonymous
I’M PRETTY FUCKING SURE I’M GOING TO REGRET THIS BUT I WILL GLADLY DRAW A CHARACTER BASED ON YOUR BLOG FROM THE 5 SECONDS I WILL STARE.
The art style will most likely look like this
so yeah i’ll probably stop when it becomes too much or whenever I just decide I don’t want to do it anymore. But i’m pretty confident this won’t get that much notes anyways.
MAKE SURE YOU CHECK YOUR URL TAG TO FIND IT IF IT’S DONE.