putting ketchup on fries is too permanent for me … i have to dip . i control the sauce
The opposite of “the elephant in the room” is “the centipede in the room”: something that’s not actually an issue but everyone is freaking out about
susan, what the fuck.
safe places to leave your heart:
- the sea
- empty churches
- lilac groves
- graveyards at night
- old libraries
- dusty used bookstores
- sundappled shades of yellow, green, and pink
- books of poetry
- rose gardens
- the sleeve of your last lover
- a knot of willow branches
- a misty morning in early summer
- floral print
- in the company of a cat
- a sunrise or a sunset
- deep green forests
I’ve been doing therapy at cast centers, actually. I’m on medication, and I love myself now, or more than I used to. I don’t think I love myself at all, but I’m now with someone that makes me realize that I have some redeeming qualities, I suppose, and when someone tells you they love you every day, it makes you really think about why that is, and I think it makes you love yourself a bit more. So, yeah, I love myself.
i painted………………. a boy.
This painting right here, the boy…a boy is gonna be one of those paintings in like 30 something years, you’ll see in artbooks for college. I can feel it in my bones.
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