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A child once bore witness to its piercing eyes.
Wracked with grief, she traveled to the end of a narrow stone path atop a river and pleaded the cold to show itself.
The sight of nothing stole her gaze, and she waited still.
A horrible row of teeth soon reflected her image, and she was gone.
nigerian
Je t'ai écrit cent fois, mais toujours sans réponse
Cela m'a pris longtemps avant que je renonce
Non je n'ai rien oublié ;-;
Perfect.
EMMENEZ-MOI AU PAYS DES MERVEILLES
IL ME SSSEMBLE QUE LA MISÈRE
SERAIT MOINS PÉNIBLE AU SOLEIL! :3
I WAS STUCK IN A MID-1940'S SLUMTOWN IN NY, WHEN I WAS APPROACHED BY A MAN WHO ASKED ME: WHAT IS THAT WHICH WE MOST INTIMATELY KNOW?? IT WAS SO SURREAL, AND WHEN I WOKE UP, I REALIZED THE ANSWER TO HIS QUESTION:
ur a ♥♥♥, draw more.
THAT'S ALL.
It looks great man, thank you. I might have to bug you with requests more often, if you're okay with that.
WHEN YOU SEE THIS, I REQUEST YOU DO THIS PLEASE?