Hey hey hey I’m still a trainwreck who doesn’t know how to keep a consistent art style how are you.
I associate you with the crashes of purple waves onto a black sand beach. When I think of you I think of standing, cold and miserable there, and watching the moon peak behind the clouds as it rises; then the touch of a warm hand will come as wind blows our short hair. I associate you with warmth in the coldest of places, of a reasuring grasp of a hand while my head falls to your shoulder as I let everything go. I associate you with dark purple that fades back into light, and I am in love with it