“His eyes were the blue of the forget-me-not, and of a profound melancholy, save when he was plunging his hook into you, at which time two red spots appeared in them and lit them up horribly.“
not me headcanoning this for Kristoph’s eyes, oh no!
Quote from Edvard Munch (yeah, the “The Scream” artist)
When I die, all I want is that my ashes are buried in soil and then to be planted a tree and some flowers on top. And if you add some forget me nots, wouldn’t that be poetic 🖤
