#steinmarie

Here, for the good old days of me cranking out 20 art pieces of SteinMarie a day.

Have this silly sketch

Shelly's winter dress is inspired by portraits of Mary Shelley. She's got bronzy eyes and her hair will darken a bit when she's older to a nice marble of white and grey.

She wears the pants in the soul resonance

You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting

All of that, and yet sometimes Stein wondered if he would care if she died or suddenly vanished. It wasn’t that he didn’t value her, or that he wanted those things to happen, merely that he was curious. But interpersonal relationships, as he’d figured out, were sometimes too delicate for even him to experiment with, although the daunting nature of never being able to know (or rather, manufacture the situation in which he could find out) was maddening. It was exciting. He liked to turn it over in his mind, even if it did make him feel a little bit guilty. What Stein did know was that Marie was on some level aware of all of this. That she chose to stay anyway. He never really understood that, but knew it was special, and it made him want to stay by her too. He often wondered if a delicate misunderstanding like that could really be what other people meant when they talked about love.