Drowned in moonlight strangled by her own bra

So many great people have died in recent years, but I must say Carrie Fisher’s death moved me most. I could rant on how I liked Leia (and especially her buns) when I was but 4 years old, and how I later on projected myself on Carrie herself as a person. But I think it’s best if I skip that and just leave a scribble here. It’d get WAY too personal for my taste to share it with the internet.

Farewell, Carrie. I don’t usually post doodles like this everywhere, but this one is more personal than it seems or than I care to explain. Furthermore, I’d just like my watchers to know that I admire her. Please think of her and do so, too.

I’ll proceed to shove beautiful things at myself, because heaven knows I need it. I needed it badly even before she died. She reminded me why.