Rotate them in my mind like in microwave
summer gideon because *unintelligible noises*
Rotate them in my mind like in microwave
summer gideon because *unintelligible noises*
“If I forget you, let my right hand be forgotten,” her mouth was saying. “Add more also, if aught but death part me and thee.”
And, unsteadily: “Griddle.”
hey, look who 💖💖
the most unrealistic thing about the locked tomb is that no one ever loses these glasses
im back!!!
Id really like to take this account more seriously but i have no idea how tumblr works lmao
drawing them
some griddlehark thoughts post nona
the little sketches not in any chronological order
