𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 ♱

my savior, beautiful soul.

and i’ll make your heart weak every time.

Good morning to the lovely artist!

enraged, sipping from his drink.

she’s pure art, a vision really

“An artist? A whole family of them. Must be nice to pass down a talent.” His own parents hated the fact that he was a musician, they had never understood. The urge to write, play, to exist as something more than yourself. It’s what landed him here. “Kinda looks like album art.”

you have the sun in you， and the softness， and the clarity.

Frankie was truly amazed at the work presented to him. It was a beautiful splay of artistic talent, lines swirling together to create one scene. The best he’s seen in a while- and it wasn’t even finished yet. “Wow- you’re really good at that. Where did you learn?”