people have been saying that “i look like my art” lately and at first i scoff and im like “sure” but i kinda see it. i think we all subconsciously put a little bit of ourselves in our work because we house the brain that the art comes out of
this is like twitter but it feels warmer and nicer. thanks for a thousand followers
his hell is made of fabric. a soft, warm, self-made suffocation. because he would rather make his own hell than bend to the will of another’s heaven
