OH I WILL
by Kyle Cabral
They played in the morning,
and napped for an afternoon.
Then, they fell in love at dusk,
and walked together until midnight.
Super charming illustration series by an old classmate of mine.
This is so beautiful and perfectly marks the passage of time and seasons.
I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
Bless this man for enriching my childhood.
People who don’t reblog this
DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY
DISHONOR ON YOU
DISHONOR ON YOUR COW
dude if i didnt reblog then i would be dishonouring him he IS part of my family ._.
the creator of our childhood c:
i scrolled past and all of you made me feel bad so i had to scroll back up and reblog argh ily walt
^ pretty much
When snow falls
I saw us standing carelessly in the middle of a busy intersection, looking up at an overcast sky. The cold had bit through the bones in my chest, and your words thrummed against its walls. But the first word you say becomes an icicle: “Awesome.”
I thought a snowflake landed on my cheek, kissing me happily, but I touched it and traced the wet stream that led up to my eyelashes. You held out your hand, and the mitten grazed against the darkening undersides of my eyes.
You said another “Awesome”, and it felt like the cars that had passed us in spring had already pulled away. Like we have marked the centre of the city and put our footprints in the gravel that made it ours. And when we leave the memory will forever be frozen in that centre, no matter how many cars or snowflakes run over it.
The sky was silver and little cold bullets fell and disappeared in between our fingers. You said “Awesome” twice, and I will always hear it in my head. It is nearing December, but November already bites so cold that the memories have no choice but to freeze and fall from the sky.
And they kiss us, and I kiss you, and your lips are like ice, and my feet are six-inches deep in snow. The intersection hid under sheets of ice, ‘til I felt you in my arms and I burned inside.