The beginning of Ragnarok, from my final pieces for my A Level Art, based on the Prose Edda from Norse Mythology.
Sending you love. I do this at least once every day since he showed me how to. I do wonder if you ever feel it. I still feel you from time to time, it gives me anxiety. I’m also thankful at those moments that you are still a part of this realm with me, even if dreams are the only place we’ll ever speak again.
Wish things had gone different, but we’re both free now.
I wish you peace, health, happiness, and most of all love. I hope you cultivate a wonderful and loving relationship that pales ours in comparison, you deserve it.
— Anne Brontë, The Narrow Way
A relationship should be 50/50
I have a sword. You have a sword. We duel in the woods at dawn.
I miss you. This was a hard day for me. I’m sure it was for you too. Thanks for the olive branch. I wish I knew how to express all my thoughts right now, but just know I’m still connected and I feel you in me. I feel your pain and I feel your happiness. So be happy for us both.
~Smokey
I’m not sure why I’m here, but that’s okay because you aren’t sure why you’re here either.
Your father visited me in a dream this morning. He came and shook my hand and wished me a happy birthday and thanked me for doing my best to take care of you when I could and for not going out of my way to cause any trouble for you or the dumb men you have surrounded yourself with. Then he said that you needed him and he had to go and take care of you. I don’t think I’ll probably ever hear from him again, but it was very nice to see his face and get a chance to shake his hand again.