| My favorite thing about this piece is that it's sketched and not enhanced. It's rough and dirty, and I love how the thick black lines look compared to everything else. It's filthy, but with a touch of bold crispness. |


Lost in Amsterdam It was in Amsterdam, I know it was, because that scent of salt water mixed with alcohol was so sweet. He had brown hair, curled and swept back like new born waves, and blue eyes, so crisp and clear, like the winter sky had been captured in his gaze. Oh my god, yes! He made me nervous... gazing at me over the glass his wine laid bed to as he took a slow sip from it, his eyes so playful but dangerous at the same time, as though they belonged to a lion cub. I thought I was to be held captive there for all eternity, when suddenly, a moment came with catastrophe, so drastically, my heart increased exponentially.Lost in Amsterdam by ~XxXGothicThingXxX
He crossed the room with his long
| hmm... i think that i did good. maybe a little work right there *points* or maybe there *points to a different place* |
| if you don't like yaoi... heh... ya might not wanna go in there... *points to the button that leads to my favs* |