As long as they’re comfortable, I guess.
P.S. I re-opened my commission shop :)
"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.
"Stop," whispers the wallet.
"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.
this is on a whole new level of patience
This is natural art.
"The lock on your diary wasn’t very good, so it’s your fault I read your diary."
books are just dead tattoed trees
That’s metal as fuck