
*sees attractive boy*
*does the breathing in bit from radioactive by imagine dragons*
“Right after my father died, I’d come up here a lot. I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine.”
A couple quick Digby doodles. He’s so ding-dang determined, I feel bad that he’s always standing around by himself, so I make a point to hang out around him. I like to imagine that we’re pals and we talk about our families and stuff together. A good mayor doesn’t let anyone be lonely.
digby is so lonely it makes me sad