I buried the jar deep within the roots of the nemeton. It was their sacrifice that brought its power back.
Inspired by the first few chapters of The knife of never letting go by Patrick Ness. pencil + watercolor + white acrylic paint + charcoal
"I have two (scars), from a surgery I had to correct misshapen cartilage I was born with. I had a bar put in when I was 14. It stayed there for two years to support my sternum, so my heart and lungs wouldn’t be crushed. I don’t really want them to (disappear). They make me feel like a survivor." (danny mahealani for anon)
Did the fries taste good?
Haaaahaha, no seriously, you can trust me to watch your house this week while you’re gone, no worries.
*nearly destroys the house trying to reheat some dang french fries*