I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie on their places Where I left them, asleep like cattle... Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. What I fear in it leaves it. And the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song.
March 11th: Happy birthday, Alex Kingston & John Barrowman.
These two are my sexual fantasies and you can see why.
Faber Castell’s 250 Year Anniversary (1761-2011) Art & Graphic Case
why is there porn on my dash!?
there are children on this website
OMG I NEED THIS.
draw a shitty comic about your feels and post it on the internet