On the bench, with sunlight setting his hair on fire he lent fowards and for a second. well. Sunlight on his porcelain neck devouring the afternoon. Fuck.
tara-may, i was inspired and i painted one of my own. what do you see when you look at it? i see so many things in it because i know what i was thinking when i painted it. so many people see other things from their own perspective and it's interesting to listen to them because it reflects the insides of their character. you'll never guess what i see. what do you see? Xx
tara-may, i was inspired and i painted one of my own. what do you see when you look at it? i see so many things in it because i know what i was thinking when i painted it. so many people see other things from their own perspective and it's interesting to listen to them because it reflects the insides of their character. you'll never guess what i see. what do you see? Xx
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