It’s crazy. You’re raised to believe that when you meet “the one” you’re supposed to feel nervous, uncomfortable, anxious. But I met you, and everything felt right. I wasn’t scared because for whatever reason I knew I could trust you. I knew I could be myself with you. Since day one. I knew I could laugh like a fucking seal, that I could sing like no one was listening even though you were right next to me. I could say the weirdest shit with my delirious 3 am thoughts and you would giggle and agree. Or you’d make fun of me. But even then when you’re laughing at me I don’t feel vulnerable, because you do dumb shit too and I love it. I love that we can just be us.
That’s how it should feel. That’s how it should always feel.
had this image in my head for a little while, a kinda sleeping beauty-type thing where the beloved prince wakes up his dear after sleeping for 100 years with a kiss <3
two different palettes because one thing i love about the scene in disney’s sleeping beauty is how when aurora wakes up, the palette changes from bleak and dull to warm and soft so i tried to capture that here
and yes this is based on the disney version and not the original story (sidon ain’t being a creeper here don’t worry)