Julia Samborskiさんのイラストまとめ

Oh, if only,,,

Smooth like butter sliding out of a hot pan. Onto the floor in a very inconvenient area of your kitchen.

C a n d l e s.

something something the politics of yearning.

What's the ghost of an Irish Victorian waif to do? Really?

Clapback? More like...clap...lack...ing.

snip snip, buddy!!!

I can only dream that somebody will one day call me waifish but sickly. like a baby bird.

Tomcat is no longer allowed to pick the playlist.

Always on that GRIND!! (Gaining new experiences and loving my friends and then proceeding to extrapolate on my feelings regarding them in a more abstracted media.)