multiplegenredisorder:

martunamajor:

unlimitedtrashworks:

legalizevore:

my dad guillermo laying it out

His table is piled high with food he will never touch but he will kill you for taking the smallest morsel, even if you are starving

shit how did I completely miss the point of this part

Also, his eyes aren’t in his head. They’re in his hands. He only sees what he reaches for, what he desires, what he wants.