in my gideon brainrot era

“She died. She can’t come back, even if you keep her stuffed away in a drawer you can’t look at. You’re not waiting for her resurrection; you’ve made yourself her mausoleum.”

One flesh, one end, bitch.

Same as always - ain't tat artist, but I’m always cool with anyone getting my art inked. All I ask that folks consider supporting my work by picking a tat flash, or something else up from my web shop if they are getting some ink done. Thank you! 🙏

I feel a surge of hope for life and want to be grateful for everything in this world

happy belated everything and new year nabari nation!

My other car is a rainbow trout

consequences of tlt rereading

I'm very normal about these two drawings

'Round the heart of Pottsfield town

From My Father Once Told Me, Ben Konkol.

and they were roommates

so nabari no ou turned 20 years old this year