at fate's edge

Hey hey don’t cry. Character who destroys themself in the end for nothing

saddest thing that can happen is a cat so delicately and cozy putting their small apple head on your leg like a pillow to sleep while fully unaware that in like five minutes you're going to get up to go eat because they don't know human language or how time works

there's a common belief that artists know how to make art. this is untrue. i've yet to meet a single artist who has any idea what they're doing

Takes a guy who's obsessed with saving people even if it risks his life and a guy who is literally allergic to asking for help in any situation and puts them in My stew puts them in my fucking stew and stirs it

I bring a kind of frozen deer vibe to situations that the headlights really seem to like

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home