Growing old is getting old
I often find myself here thinking
About the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking
And it’s crazy here without you
I used to think this all was ours
We’d stay up late, debate on how we’d find our way
Say it’s all up in the stars
Some nights I rule the world
With bar lights and pretty girls
But most nights I stay straight and think about my mom
Oh god, I miss her so much
And there are people on the street
They’re coming up to me
They’re telling me that they like what I do now
And so I tried my best when I took the fall
To get right back up, back in your arms
If you’re out here why do I miss you so much
I feel like I had it all
Back before I lost it all
Now I just wait for you to talk to me
But you won’t even look at me, baby
And I’d be saying that you
You’re always holding on to stars
I think they’re better from afar
Cause no one is gonna save us
Wonder Woman Flapper
HeroesCon 2014 sketch
We wanted to make sure that even as a flapper, WW had her signature physique. It was an interesting challenge. I definitely turned to Gucci ‘12 for inspiration.
"Who will hold this hope
-Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
if I let it fall away,
who will save it now?"
"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."
do you ever just want to sit outside with someone and talk all night because i do