...like kisses on the necks of just/best friends...

I don't fancy Pete Wentz. Not a jot. But there are times when I just think he's so fucking beautiful I could cry.

This is one of them.



He looks so desolate. I want to draw him. I wish I had time.

( Fuck it. He's a ten minute sketch, on lined paper, in biro, capture on a digital camera in poor lighting... )

Love.

Fuck me.

Who would have thought it would have taken me friending the Buffseeds' old bassist, Joel, on MySpace to discover Paramore?

♥

iLove.