I would sit in the corner, clutching my sketchbook until it bled, until graphite spilled out onto my fingers like an open wound, I liked digging my nails into the parchment and leaving jagged, monoch...
I would sit in the corner, clutching my sketchbook until it bled, until graphite spilled out onto my fingers like an open wound, I liked digging my nails into the parchment and leaving jagged, monoch...