“She keeps bringing home animals. I try to tell her that our house is too small for more pets. She keeps saying, ‘Our house is small but our hearts are big.’ She brings them home while I’m working. Then by the time I get home, the kids have already given them names, and there’s nothing I can do. It started with one bird. But then the bird got ‘lonely.’ So now we have four birds. And eleven hamsters. And rabbits. And fish. Now she’s started texting me pictures of dogs that don’t have a home. It’s only a matter of time.”
Darling, if only I could I would tell you that life was easy. I would tell you that it is just about the good times and the colorful smiles. That it is just about always waking up in the morning and feeling that everything is all right. If only I could I would tell you that bad things don’t happen and they were just false nightmares hunting you in your sleep. That there was no such things as lonely souls and broken heart’s wings. That there was no worries and stressful days. If only I could I would tell you that depression was just a myth. That you shouldn’t be scared for you can never have it. If only I could I would tell you that everyone will still treat you kind even if you had done bad things in your life. That there was no such things as insecurities and jealousy. That there is a lot and billions of people who will still love you even if you haven’t met each one of them. If only I could, I would tell you that there are no such things as thunderstorms and wild earthquakes that tried to ruin our homes. That a hurricane only wanted to drown us with its love—not with its overflowing hate at us. You see, if only I could I would only tell you about the beautiful things but I would be lying for the rest of my life. If I only tell you about these things, you would surely ask for proof and I would end up with empty hands. Because darling, I have nothing to give you when life had already showed the truth to you.
ma.c.a // I wanted to say a lot of things, but you wouldn’t believe me for sure
To you, the girl whose eyes reminds me of sleepy afternoons, whose smiles are as sweet as cherry and whose heart is delicate and innocent, you don’t deserve me. I am an abandoned cemetery, all the flowers I have here in my garden are already withered and I have nothing but all these decayed bones. I’m a place where dead things reside and you are a museum. You owned every grace, beauty and every sophistication in this world could offer. You are a place where everybody wanted to get lost and I am a place full of tears, mourns and regrets.
Finished DA2 last night and I miss all the characters already. I have drawn almost nothing but Fenris for a couple of weeks… sorry not sorry…. Here’s one more :D (I like the way he can just jump around and swing a sword that’s bigger than himself…)