Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

oh leonid, we're really in it now

Leonid, you really understand it.

Save me Leonid, from my empty Word document

Leonid what should I do about the emails

Babe are you okay? you reblogged Leonid Pasternak's Torments of Creative Work again

The Fool

my princess has never done anything wrong in his life

is that a nothing in your pants or are you just normal to see me

How it feels to be a hater but u only hate in private with ur best friend so it hurts nobody

OC　兎に角ちゃん

how it feels to dm someone

搬家给老图存个档

this fanfic shit is easy

One day, I am gonna grow wings

A chemical reaction

Hysterical and useless

this is where they went after meeting up (kelcie's idea)

Last (or first) words of the Fledgelings

the light..

if you’re someone who has to wear glasses every day that makes them basically the most important item you own which means you really gotta show those fuckers who’s boss just toss them everywhere and knock them off things and roll over them in bed at least twice a week