My love for Thomas the green moray eel who lives at the New England Aquarium continues and grows and knows no bounds. He is my muse. This is a plow book I made featuring my guy for my art books class, I love how I can fold him up in many funky ways
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My love for Thomas the green moray eel who lives at the New England Aquarium continues and grows and knows no bounds. He is my muse. This is a plow book I made featuring my guy for my art books class, I love how I can fold him up in many funky ways
hidden inventory/premature death
they’re alright i guess idk
i made this for a friend but this really be how he's been coming for some of the yume ships i see
Not romantic, not platonic but a secret third thing where we mix and dilute our souls together over and over again until they dont know where I begin and you end
Does anybody else track their life though a series of obsessions? Like “ah yes, i remember that happening, i was obsessing over Star Gate Atlantis at the time,” or, “this was during my Supernatural era.” I can map out my whole life in this way.
ipa on tap or something idk i dont go to bars