One hand smells like pussy the other like weed. I am the scales of justice
One hand smells like pussy the other like weed. I am the scales of justice
Didn’t notice the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS change, and was instead desperately looking for the “had to do it to em” guy
i figured it out
got a cute dress at a thrift store and wanted to draw :3/
The Atelier Couture
The little demons of grief came to live with me, in the space between the shadows and the floor.
I can’t hear what they’re telling me, even though I try.
A young Wizard’s best friend.
Little ceramic friends made by me 🦊🐰
color of love