No. I’m just saving you the trouble of asking. No, I won’t give you an interview. No, I don’t want the money.
“It hurts to love. It’s like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.”
Susan Sontag, born today in 1933
John, Mary, Sherlock. Three pieces I’ve drawn in these last two days, inspired by His Last Vow.
Please, don’t repost. Just reblog. :)