“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
I’m really tired so all I managed to make is a trash doodle where character design accuracy means nothing and anatomy doesn’t exist. Quickly doodled this as fast as possible just to get it out of my head. I rarely spam these sketches due to quality reasons, but if people don’t mind them, then I’ll gladly post them more often.