@susitse.art: This way. So that your warmth wouldn't make me weak. So that I could be as cold as the world itself. This is a story for a sensitive heart. Yours or mine. For anyone for whom a sensitive heart is a burden. For us, for whom the difference between warmth and cold is too much. Heart. You bloom beautifully in my chest, creating life in me. Your tears water my blossoms. You make my hopes and dreams fly as far and free as birds. You bring me this one of a kind happiness and sadness. You are this beautiful paradise in me. A unique miracle inside each of us. I love you, my heart. So listen carefully. I don't want you. I don't need you. It would be better if you were destroyed. You flinch at these words, sensitive as you are. Even this cruelty of mine is enough to hurt you, because you know we do need each other. But I don't care. Because in your naive credulity and belief in something better, you refuse to see what the world really is like. I can tell you. The world is cold and cruel machinery, and we are born to be parts of it. Here we are taught that there is no room or time for selfish sensitivity or feelings. Here we are taught responsibility for results and to tirelessly keep going. It's difficult to fight this cold machinery. So difficult. And then you come to me without asking. Forcing me to feel feelings that I don't want or have time to feel or explore. I don't want to feel the happiness or sadness that you bring to me. Happiness that I did not deserve in the first place can be taken from me. Sadness makes me weak, and only the weak parts break under the sorrow. I don't want or need you to make things more complicated in this complicated world. That's why, in order to survive and function, I have to remove my warmth. To become as cold as the world itself. It hurts so much less this way. That's why it's better for me to destroy you. By suppressing my feelings. By suppressing you, my dear heart. Better. So that we can no longer hurt each other. Do you sometimes wish you could destroy your feelings, to feel nothing? #comic #sad #darkart #wolfart #MentalHealth

{$CACAHUÈTE $} L. L :

No... My baby.. 😭

✝️ peace :

his already crying 😭

. :

the birds falling and withering away with the flowers is such a cool detail ❤

. :

But your ears on the last means ‘you scared if didn’t growing back’?🥺

the_brit_guy :

Yoru :

*sometimes a half side of ourselves was craving for warmth but the other cold side told you "Let your guard down, you'll remember that deep pain inside you again..."* I isolated myself cuz I had no one but it brought me pure tranquility, quiet place yet I have no regrets dying alone yet none remembers.

toffie :

It hadn't died, It was just caged within those chambers, waiting for the flourishing flowers and love to call it out.

Па што?❤️💜💙 :

Noooo little birds were so scared…😭 my babies

Light :

the story your art tells. it says all we need without words. I feel this way often it's mean yet hard to stop.

LtzVenom :

I absolutely adore your art style

Siha Rakhet :

You always make me cry and that's not a bad thing. I had forgotten that this was something I had done to myself. To protect myself. I haven't found someone who I can trust to let my heart bloom with them. And it really sucks when I remember that..

Lyca on Tik tok🐺 :

Hi! I made a drawing inspired by your style! I really love your work, and knowing you were my inspiration for this drawing, I wanted to show it to you! 😊

🎧aysattyue :

the eyes..

sigsg790 :

На втором изображении у серого волка наворачиваются слёзы. На третьем он уже всë решил. И ведь он ругает не кого-то. Он ругает себя.

myasianahh :

🅐🅓🅔🅓🅨 :

꒰ঌᦗ໒꒱𓆉𖧷 :

This is Loki like Jax

C.A.C.S. :

no sé inglés

rbsh1t :

тгк: Vaartanderr :

Никогда ещё арт так точно не отражал мои чувства..... это прекрасно

crazyspy007 :

It took me a while to not be like that. I almost destroyed a friendship with that behavior…luckily my friend was not easily gone…i had a long look at myself in the mirror…realized how much of a jerk i am…and well…ever since i try to be better…and see that people really want to help me. I still carry the scars of bullying but…i try to see these scars not as a burden…but as proof that i survived

Yoshiki's Cream Filler :

My loneliness became so casual that every human interaction makes me sick and tired. My sadness was so overwhelming that i can't cry anymore, i feel it behind my eyes, but it won't come out. My mouth stays shut, the words i spoke only spread hate and pain to others, i couldn't find the right words so i don't say anything. My brain is foggy all those thoughts and confusion made my head go on auto pilot. I mostly speak to myself because its easier that way. I don't blame anybody for what i am now, but i wish i could say that it wasn't my surroundings who put me in this mindless state. Love feels like a chain, comfort feels like a threat, kindness feels like deceive. This awsome artwork really made me think again, its beautifully tragic and comforting in a way ❤

Big Black Crocs :

Inside you is a wolf. But you’re also a wolf.

𓆉 :

No whyy

Yolo_boys 🕸𖤍 :

The tears..