art has saved me more times than i can count. sometimes it was paint. sometimes it was music. sometimes it was words. sometimes it was movement. every version of it reached for my hand when the world felt too heavy. when i couldn’t find a way home, it became one
I’m forever shocked by how I manage to flawlessly manage complex projects but struggle to do basic things like answering text messages or calling back.
the secret to being a private person is to overshare dumb shit so ppl think u are an open book but then not tell them any of the important details of ur life