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Draw sometimes

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I think about Nick and Charlie every day

[velinxi]

Perseus, you’re back! Where is my sister?

[thepumpkin-queenn]

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I got inspired by the new trailer of mob psycho 100 😭

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I forgot I had a tumblr page for a sec 🥴

[staff]

larry is real

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Do you allow reposts? I've seen your art on some Instagram It fan accounts (they have credit but I wanted to check)

Thanks for asking! Yep I do allow reposts with credits :) yet it would be great if i knew where they're going to be reposted

[horrorandhalloween]

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Ughhh I need more time for drawing

[sixpenceee]

“A house I pass on the way to work has this sculpture in its yard. Its about 8 feet tall.”

(Source)

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Heyo, people. I'm really inspired now and feel like I could draw 24/7 but the problem is that I've ran out of any ideas. Please feel free to request some interesting stuff (here are some fandoms I'm in: IT, The goldfinch, Stranger things, Gravity falls, Homestuck) thanx!

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I'm really into this concept of Richie-and-Beverly's-friendship when they are teenagers who like hanging out together (smoking drinking and stuff) and Richie's blaming his crush Eddie for all his sins while Bev can't help "awwwing"

(btw sorry Richie is a little bit too tanned here didn't mean to do that lol)

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What do the boiz do when they're alone at home have you ever thought of it

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You know this bf thing when you you look at him while he's sleeping and think what a cute kitten he is

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Here is Boris, he doesn't like the sun but he likesloves Theo

[wispsofsilk]

the goldfinch: a summary

[winterswake]

I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth. And while I stood blinking — it was over almost before I knew what had happened <…> We stood looking at each other — me breathing hard, completely stunned. “Good luck,” said Boris. “I won’t forget you.”  Later — in the cab, and afterward — I would replay that moment, and marvel that I’d waved and walked away quite so casually. Why hadn’t I grabbed his arm and begged him one last time to get in the car, come on, fuck it Boris, just like skipping school, we’ll be eating breakfast over cornfields when the sun comes up? I knew him well enough to know that if you asked him the right way, at the right moment, he would do almost anything; and in the very act of turning away I knew he would have run after me and hopped in the car laughing if I’d asked one last time. But I didn’t. And, in truth, it was maybe better that I didn’t — I say that now, though it was something I regretted bitterly for a while. More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course,

                                                                      I LOVE YOU. 

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley

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I'm sobbing and gonna be drawing these two for the next few days