verily, thou art on thy phone unceasingly

Very angry pedo - random man with phone

sitting around making art on my phone

a thousand waves could crash. a thousand storms could rage, but for her, he would drown in the most furious of waters. be lulled into paradise by the sound of her voice. by the sound of her siren’s

Sigyn - in a dimly lit cave, a norse woman is pouring out a bowl of water, close up of her face with a sorrowful expression