Spotted Pig Studio

Well, if I have the bed all to myself tonight, I’ll lay there warm. Until slowly, I feel cold, like I walked into a freezer. My hands will feel like they’re full of sand, like when you lay on them wrong. And that feeling will slowly spread across my entire body. You’re still in my heart, but you’re slipping. Any thought of pain or regret will slip away like a chemical switch. Even though it’s quiet in the room, somehow, it gets even quieter.

Reposted bc I wanted to add a few slides to the original drawing

Yet another raccoon
I want a pet raccoon
An evil pet raccoon
A whole bunch of em