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Here we go again.

Billtober Day – 4. "Blind Eye" 👁

Skipped the first three days. "The Doors" playing in my head all day.

my consciousness wants the victory of vegetarianism throughout the world, and my subconscious yearns for a piece of juicy meat

Дочитал "Цвет Волшебства" и сел за рисование. Персонаж уж слишком похож на Ринсвинда, но это не он(всё таки в моей голове он несколько помоложе).

Прикрепляю два фото ибо на втором красиво падает свет ✨

“Girls commit lynching

Girls will have a feast during the plague”

Внезапный утренний вброс вечерней картинки. Придумываю на скорую руку фразу, накладываю последние фильтры и уезжаю на экзамен 💋

наверно стоит делать посты чуть чаще чем раз в месяц хм

Come back with billdip nancy boys 🤯

СПАСИБО ТЕБЕ ТАЙНЫЙ НЕЗНАКОМЕЦ ЗА ЧУДНЫЕ АРТЫ И ЛЮБОВЬ К ПОЛОСАТЫМ ШТАНАМММ!!!!1🤓🤓👁💕

My pen is DEE-AAAD😭😭😭😭

because of this I can’t make beautiful lines😔🤘

(P.S. Ford wants to explore the mouth on Bill's stomach...)👀👀👀

I hope it’s not critical that I moved away from the topic and you’ll like it:3 @beesbeesbees42

[a little late], Merry Christmas!!

I'm not good at writing noble speeches for the coming year, but I decided that I should appear here, at least as a sign that I’m still alive. I’m glad to be here and share my creativity, this year for the first time there are people who are not indifferent to it. I love you friends

I don’t want thoughtless and sugary wishes, the only thing I want is for each of you to love this life. It's fucking beautiful.

🌆

Big day for weird little towns

i don't want a hot girl summer, i want to go and live in a crumbling, weather-worn lighthouse on the edge of a remote scottish town and wear turtlenecks and cableknit sweaters and and own a big shaggy dog and speak just a little too fondly of my late husbands mysterious death (i totally killed him) and knit scarves in the ruddy light of a mottled oil lamp and clutch a mug of hot tea whilst a storm pelts bullets of icy rain against the glass and-