the good things about ych commission is that they normally make them with big otatas and since i dont have i dont feel like ordering more commission, a win is a win
Just in case it ever needs to be said: you’re stuck with me. 🖤
I’m not going anywhere. I’m ridiculously stubborn like that, once I find someone whose heart, mind, and way of seeing the world I genuinely grow fond of, getting rid of me becomes a bit of a challenge.
Things can change, people can need different things, and sometimes paths simply go in different directions, but none of that erases all the happiness you’ve brought into my life. No single chapter could ever make me forget all the beautiful pages that came before it nor stop me from looking forward to all the ones still waiting to be written. 🖤🥀
first drawing on my new drawing tablet
(this took longer than I would like to but I got into an art slump at the end so it doesn't look as good as I would like it to, but tbh honest I'm so done with this)
#KyrioCifer#Kyanvas
I hope you never count the empty chairs
and wonder if you should have shone less brightly.
Sometimes people leave rooms they once loved,
not because the warmth disappeared,
but because their hearts needed somewhere quieter
for a little while.
And I know how easy it is
for a gentle heart
to turn every goodbye inward
to retrace every word,
every choice,
every moment,
searching for the place
where everything supposedly went wrong.
But some storms simply happen
where many different winds meet.
They do not belong
to the person who happened
to be standing at the center.
So please,
if the room feels a little quieter tomorrow,
don't mistake silence for something you broke.
There is still laughter here.
There is still warmth.
There are still people carrying pieces
of the happiness you gave them,
even from far away.
You were allowed to create.
You were allowed to share.
You were allowed to bring people joy
without becoming responsible
for every feeling that followed.
I just hope you remember that.
I hope you never mistake
a changing tide
for something you did wrong.
People come and go
like seasons do,
carrying reasons
we may never fully know..
..and sometimes,
when you have a gentle heart,
you start collecting every goodbye
as though it were yours to carry.
But not every distance is a wound.
Not every leaving needs a culprit.
Not every change was yours to prevent.
So if the room ever feels quieter,
I hope you don’t question
the warmth you brought into it.
There are still hearts
that found comfort in your light,
still smiles that exist
because you were there.
And I hope, more than anything,
you never make yourself smaller
trying to understand
why someone else needed to step away.
Keep creating.
Keep laughing.
Keep being the light
that made people want to stay alive.
Some things were never yours
to feel guilty for.