some nights, i forget the reason that i can admire art is not because of how beautiful it looks to my eyes, but because my heart knows deep inside that it's created with love, with care, with reverence for the craft.
iwt feels like 90 degrees and he has a fucking fur coat on I want to rip my skin offiith potato by my side he must be dying
dnching nowhere slowly
eep hole I am an inchworm
when the bright moon lost their way - moon being close to grief and loneliness and sun being anger and also loneliness, them both being entities that show the way forward for ppl)