
214 posts
Goin Thru Old Art And Digging Up This Painting (or Three Paintings) Again

goin thru old art and digging up this painting (or three paintings) again
-
thelonenighttt liked this · 1 year ago
-
starlightdust-dreamergalaxy liked this · 2 years ago
-
e333er-brains liked this · 2 years ago
-
dontcallmecedge liked this · 2 years ago
-
finndiseicla reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
andthestorygoesonforever liked this · 2 years ago
-
fuckinsillygoose404 liked this · 2 years ago
-
coldcanadianwinters liked this · 2 years ago
-
geeneelee reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
geeneelee liked this · 2 years ago
-
kits-ships liked this · 2 years ago
-
tuberculosisbug liked this · 2 years ago
-
mores0 liked this · 2 years ago
-
laureavandil liked this · 2 years ago
-
theoremproved liked this · 2 years ago
-
dazing-and-confusing reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
herbsandblood liked this · 2 years ago
-
ifvwasix liked this · 2 years ago
-
the-queen-of-spite liked this · 2 years ago
-
gruenschnabel-art liked this · 2 years ago
-
septic-dr-schneep liked this · 2 years ago
-
believerindaydreams reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
holden-caulfield-would-hate-you liked this · 2 years ago
-
jessm78 liked this · 2 years ago
More Posts from Gruenschnabel-art
wiegenlied
Thunder fills the northern sky, Silver eyes grow red But you must not fear, my child Safe inside your bed
Waves will crash and winds will rise, Kings and thrones will break We will keep you safe tonight Though the walls may shake
Thunder fills the northern sky, Dragons howl in pain Gods and angels die tonight, Silently they’re slain
Slaughter in the devils’ eyes, Taking to these halls Promise me you’ll keep the light Though the darkness calls
Thunder fills the northern sky, Lightning bolts strike red Lords are chosen for their might Not their level head
Cool artwork, neighbor! Keep it up!!
why thank you!
i shall certainly try :)
I have begun to love you again
love-this one soft word falls so far short of what love can be-the aching, the fury, the force of my love for you, the wild brilliance and shimmering softness of caring
the spring nights we spent together, bare feet on warm asphalt, a taste of liquor and chocolate, the way we used to play kings
me washing you clean of the blood, feeding you, singing you to sleep
all the days we spent hating each other and the broken mirrors and the scars and the people we miss and how i killed you two years ago and you’re still there for me
the way your parents blame me for your loss, one could think we were two different people.