Ancient Bosnian. 2поор4интернет. I love animals, nature, reading, British shows, Mass Effect, Dragon Age and many, many other things.
on summer nights in July, all I wanna do is dance to ex-yu rock at 3am on the empty streets like I have no care in this world
My mother stayed quiet for a moment. I kneaded her back and read in her skin the fate that had awaited her, and her mother before her, and her mother’s mother before that. This was a back that had carried the pain of others until it had become impossible for her bones to unbend themselves, like certain saplings will become permanently twisted under the force of windstorms. I thought of Hawa, whether it was this slow bending she had tried to escape with her linen wings, and whether there was any mercy in the world for those who decline to carry the burdens they are assigned to carry.
Summer haters are like “idk why people statistically feel better and happier when the weather is warm and the sun is out I personally love feeling like I’m one lost sock away from hypothermia.”
Cover art which I did for @hadeszine! Split it into two parts as it was intended to view in this order as a front and the back. The leftover sales are currently going, so check out the zine and the merch while some are still left!
If it wasn’t glaringly obvious, I tried a bit more humorous take on it as a reference to zine’s title (Out of Tartarus) and to zag’s multiple attempts to, well, get out and charon’s/thanatos’/ hermes’ neverending cycle to get his ass back
