Connor could have sworn he looked like a piece of art, like the stained glass windows that foretold holy stories in the church of Connor’s home town, like a renaissance painting of angels fluttering around clouds, perfect in every way. Kevin was perfect in every way.
chapter 7 of we dont deserve love by othyst. i cannot recommend this fic enough!! its a work of art<3
some doodles from throughout the past weeks that i didn't feel like posting on their own?? I guess ?? Idk. And a video my friend asked me to make...posting it for her sake i suppose