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my boy gerome who thought he was vanilla discovering perhaps some weird stuff is pretty good
puts my head in my hands cause all the bitches i've drawn fat this year so far are blonde
sketches that my brain doesn't want to finish rn (last one is a tf thing i didn't get far tho)
i cannot for the life of me figure out if i love or hate amber there is no inbetween on my feelings for this man