Who do you go to for comfort when the one who once kissed your tears away now speaks nothing but anger and cyanide-laced words?
What do you do when the those porcelain knuckles that hurt you had once carded through your hair with the utmost gentleness, eyes loving, voice soft as magnolias and tender as dawn?
I’m learning how to draw better, so I did some practice drawing! I might try doing a little Tony or another little character from the MCU. I’m not sure.