#sorry:')

The moon we all saw together that night <3

Entonces la persona no tiene nada para hacer y dibuja eso

{✥}—-;          They're louder today; the voices in his head. They hiss at him, shout at him, growl at him, and it hurts the little ghost. They're deafening and they tell him to hurt those that he loves, making him whine and pine for peace and quiet. For them to stop. And now he's sinking to his knees and curling up into a ball on the carpet, fingers twitching against his head from where he'd placed them over his ears in attempts to make them stop telling him that he's useless and pathetic and to hurt Luna, to hurt himself, to hurt Tate, anyone he loved was at risk. Evidently, he needed help and he needed it now. Through his peripheral vision, he noticed a bystander and delusionally called out a plea which resembled something along the lines of, "make them stop! Please! Please, make them stop--" but it was hard to make out as he began to sob in panic.

Sorry to the person I've just replied to, I'm blind and slow right now so I completely misunderstood the message:') I couldn't tell the difference between R and N when I searched his name on google, so I figured N was right:')