Card’s boobies 2012 by Estar Pineau
Not only Mars…
‘How words can be as hollow as a dead tree. As a story you made up just for me. To soothe my wounded soul, to carry me through the night. But when i wake up, all is left are your lies.’
Take a walk to nowhere.
…..Boobies…..we all want to touch them. hell, i touch mine all the time.
I should draw more often.
just casual hanging around.
This fictional caracter is my hero. There. I said it.
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