Joseph Stalin raises his head, a sly twinkle in his eye as he meets the bald man’s suggestive gaze. “Walter…” He purrs, dragging his tongue along the underside of his mustache in anticipation. “I see you’ve finally arrived.”
"Oh, Walter," The man chuckled, mustache quivering in delight. "I am the police.”
I’m not even gonna ask
I need a 500 pack of these
Actually I’m out the other side of it but reconnecting is so hard and frustrating.
Cleaned up and fully colored Gilda.
I changed the earrings and played around just a bit with texture.
I feel imprisoned in my own thoughts of self guilt. This only place I felt safe, I’m too afraid to feel comfortable within. All the time that passes, a ticking time bomb is waiting to go off. I don’t know how long I’ll last in this world, but I don’t want to die in vein.