So I bought one of those Japanese pose practice books and just wanted to practice with perspective but then feels happened and send help, I am definitely feeling right now. D:
This kind of angle makes me feel like I’m spying on something no one is supposed to see, something hidden, shameful, secret… I often think that if there was something between these two, both of them would realise it could never be, that it was only temporary before the bitter end that was to come. Desperate times take desperate measures, but in the middle of endless despair there is nothing that could offer warmth or comfort, nothing permanent or beautiful. Nothing truly beautiful ever blooms in the shadows of death.
*lays on side and whines* why is this my otp it hurts
PS. make it worse and listen to this on the background: youtu.be/wllPTTIi1GYMedia:
watercolours and inks.Size: