rubbersoul

achillean dreams: salt wind through the asphodel as the lovers rest.

their foes close behind. ants surge through the grass in lines -- tiny, frantic legs.

nezhead

@ToastK @Wolfi thank you both so much! :]

a glitch was the moon [error] tongue-taste: static bloom // blooming

the clouds have draped a shawl over the sun’s shoulder

a dark corridor, the sound of rainfall, flickering lights curiosity

eye doodles

liam and damon

i'm just beatling around! :]

i draw sometimes lol