hoes think they brave for dropping out of art school but what was you running from?? drawing class?? ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
the moth flutters around seamlessly into a dark absence - a nothingness that is all consuming into one - and i remember when we used to dance like little luminaries around tall grass and drift our hands over the burrowing prongs atop the stocks wishing that tomorrow would come