"I love you."
No. Wait.
I grab for that thread with desperate hands, clawing to keep her as more of my pieces are blown away, lost to the void. She is warmth and light and air and love.
art by me ᢉ𐭩
repost with credit!
“marianne touched the back of connell’s head with her hand. everyone stood there watching them, he felt that. when they knew it couldn’t go on any longer, they let go of one another.” 🤒🤒🤒
one of the biggest tragedies in the history of pop music is that her artistic growth was completely derailed and we’ll never get to see how she would’ve evolved. It keeps me up at night