three and a half octaves

the service is underway, the soldier is not sleeping

I'd really love to write down my thoughts about my drawings and share them, but my language skills aren't great, and I don't want to make a fool of myself… it's sad

your face when the guy who developed a bald spot from your slaps on the back of the head didn't want to stay with you and put up with your jokes for the rest of his life:

Be quiet in the woods—she can hear everything

Da be da be da di da en da <3