Shout out to the people who never had a safe place. Who didn’t have a before trauma. Who were loved but not protected. Who were collateral damage in someone else’s breakdown. Who got fucked up so young that they’ll never know who they could have been.
Shout out to people who’ve never felt safe. I hope you do someday.
my sad boy. he’s personal to me, but I love that he speaks to other people
there’s a few cracks ☹️ though honestly that seems like great symbolism
but his tattoos and piercings turned out great
and the back of his head is suitably horrible. I had originally covered his hands in blood but I wiped it back when I didn’t like it, and it turned into such a nice (and unplanned) effect to just have a little red staining his hands
I’ve searched high and low for the wonderful original post because this is amazing and deserves to be rebloged but I hope this is good enough.
As thundercrumbs said GET OFF THAT MANS FACE!