I've kinda been digging drawing with a mouse
sketch before i go back to sleep kimharry in trans colours bc hell yea
His garden
Something moves in the depths of your mind, sending shocks of cold through the connective tissue. You're sitting on a kicksled, whizzing through the snow. A warm, kind presence is guiding the sled behind you, her mittened hand resting on your back. You feel very, very loved -- and very, very safe.
“We’ll solve the case. Look at me. Don’t worry”
screenshot redraws of the loveliest girl
No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.