I should draw rouge the bat. But in what circumstance
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
-Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
Where else but tumblr can you see greater insights to your own nature completely detached from your self made by strangers that know you without knowing you and will only ever recall the phantom of an echo once farted into the abyss, never your name
And nobody will even tell me how to draw rouge the bat
Please draw her watching a telenovela and ordering doordash on her day off
absolutely