Even when I wear gloves, my hands end up covered in ink. It’s hopeless.
always.
My friend said if the Met was drowning, he’d save the people first. I threw a fit and screamed at him- “WE CAN MAKE NEW PEOPLE BUT WE CAN’T MAKE NEW RENOIRS!”
i’ll end up like this knowing me….
this may have been done already buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut
I can never tell if this is a compliment or not.
