𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐬, 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞

| She was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something |🖌️