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Hey there, ALittleCr00ked here, otherwise known as Crook, Crookie, Kuro, Pup, and whatever else you feel comfortable calling me! I'm 20 years of age and am a giant socially awkward dork. Huge crowds make me nervous and my cat is my favorite thing in the entire world! I'm a self taught artist and I like to draw cats, but I'm working on branching out more, so wish me luck on that end! I'm also an avid writer trying to get something together to maybe publish someday <3 I'm really nice and I would absolutely love to be friends with all you amazing people so don't be afraid to talk to me!
mod2amaryllis is my best friend in the entire world and I don't know what I would do without her! Feel free to browse through my horribly unorganized gallery. Favorites, comments, everything makes my day! I'm working on commission prices so that I may open them, so keep an eye out. Later lovelies
Cause we'll be alright, we'll be alright
Sleep baby sleep, what are you waiting for?
(there are I lot because I love you all and if I forgot you, don't be afraid to remind me so I can add you <333)
The morning's on its way, you know it's only just a dream
I could be the one to give you all that I am
And he wondered how long he could keep her, this woman who was fierce, who was wild, who was unrestrained and lived by her own rules. He wondered how long she would tolerate being chained to his side, under his unneeded, forced protection (he couldn’t help it, he loved her so much he had to make sure she stayed safe at all costs) and how long it would take her to rip from the bindings that held her to him and run away. He feared that day, hated that day, yet knew it was bound to happen, no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. She was a beast, a creature made for night hunts, an animal that was more at home within trees and fields than she was within a building. And he wondered how hard it would be to simply let her go, let her run free, be free, be untamed, and his chest spasmed with pain at the mere thought of her slipping through his fingers. Could he let her go? Could he?
“You have to let me go,” She whispered, her tanned face as calm as it had always been. But there was wildness in her eyes, emotions that spoke of beasts and dirt and blood.
“I can’t, I can’t.” And no matter how many times he repeated it, no matter how broken his voice became over those two words, he couldn’t hold on to her, couldn’t keep her within his grasp, couldn’t hold her within his arms.