“You step out of the shower and the entire nation calms– a drop of lemon-egg shampoo, you smell like bees, a brief kiss, I don’t know anything about you–except the spray of freckles on your shoulder! which makes me feel so thrillingly alone.”
Found my old sketchbooks from 2-3 years ago and I’m going to be live posting some Amazingly Awful Sketches of WWI things done at 3 AM which almost all context has been lost for and I really hope you stick around cos I am absolutely losing my mind, I’ll start out with these cursed images of the Fishman from the Shape of Water crossed over with Wilfred Owen for reasons unknown