A quick sketch because I read « A Month of Sundays» by @lalyredapollon yesterday, and I loved the atmosphere of the second part so. much.
Idk it had a weird effect on me all this talking about grief and how to handle it, so I did as I usually do : I drew something
Enjoy!
me, in september when the leaves started changing and the weather was a little cooler: seasonal depression WHOM???????i am healthy and HAPPY and i LOVE fall! pumpkin spice lattes yas! what was i THINKING? i’m remembering it as worse than it was in years past!!
me, 8 days into november when its freezing and getting dark at 5pm: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. oh ohoh OH. oh ya………
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
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