we are forged in the cores of dying stars

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask

[id: art of occtis tachonis, drawn against a streaked white and purple background with a light purple border. occtis is drawn in his canon-accurate purple-black coat and white cravat. he has one hand up to his right shoulder, pressed against his collarbone. pin sits with his tail curled around occtis's shoulder, and one paw resting atop occtis's finger. occtis stares at the viewer with a slightly turned head, his expression mournful. end id.]

it’s the hope that kills you. but it’s also your brother tearing your heart from your body that kills you. but it’s also splitting your soul in half that kills you. but it’s also you ripping a stone out of your own chest that kills you. but it’s also brennan lee mulligan that kills you.