by bud » Fri Feb 01, 2013 2:54 pm
All I saw was whitenes. My eyes were blood red to others, but to me they were leaves over my face so I couldn't see. I could hear every pawstep and whisper, every flick of ear and every twist of wisker.
not my art obviously you think i can draw?? i'm WRITING a book
bud // adult (maybe) // wiccan
writing a fantasy/romance novel
from my trashcan (homey!)
always down to talk about books
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