Someone should draw Castiel going cross-eyed watching himself get booped on the nose. Because 1) he needs a nose boop, and 2) you know he’d watch the finger come in to do the booping and that would be fucking adorbs.
I have learnt to hear the word, Love, without running. I have learnt to believe. To hope. To wish for better things than I was prepared to receive, And be thankful for the lessons they sometimes bring. I have learnt it for you.
I have practiced saying sorry with tears choked beneath, each syllable, for all the times I might hurt you. I have practiced soothing hurts that might just be smarting, from past cuts and new bruises springing on old memories. I have learnt it for you.
I have memorized the number of heartbeats in minute, ready to count them as they skip. Irreverent, unwilling to keep pace with the thoughts that whirr through your head. I have learnt to measure sleep in heartbeats. I have learnt it for you.
I have written down sentences and words, trying to make sense of contradictory emotions. Penning thoughts, unwilling to be tamed. I have written graphs of memories, we could not do without. Happy. Sad. Angry. Defeated. Hopeful. And I have learnt to make sense of it. I have learnt it all. For you.
I wanted to take a quick break from the goofiness I’ve been doing and draw something absolutely adorbs, and the first to come to mind is these two. ;v;
I wanted to do an art piece with something a lot close to my style so here we go! :D