Speaking Of Childhood Trauma It's Crazy How Dabi And Hawks Both Had A Violent Father And An Absent Mother

All the Arcane Tarot Cards, together~

honestly I can’t believe I was able to draw all of this haha but!! glad I pulled thru

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

I was jealous of july; summer storms.

05/10/2025

I'm already human and dont call me Detroit

being touch-starved [mother issues] and being touch-repulsed [father issues] at the same time

HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING

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A few months worth of sporadic work but finally I finished this comic! 

I just really wanted some dreadfully narcissistic Dad for One musings. So please keep in mind the writing is from All for One’s perspective. 

'my hands are my heart' by gabriel orozco, 1991 in art21: art in the twenty-first century (2003)

Was your star next to mine ?