how it feels knowing that loneliness is still time spent with the world
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how it feels knowing that loneliness is still time spent with the world
"I learned a lot from making this" is artist talk for "making this sucked ass and I'm not entirely happy with the result."
^what artistic growth feels like
locked the fuck in get my money up
When I look at you I want to learn the planes of your face and I try to count every single hair and I want to know every single spot and freckle and impurity and I could recognise your face in the dark but there isnโt enough time, even though weโve had years and even if I am bestowed with all the luck in the world to have many many more, it will never be enough time with you
a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard and completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me
โwe believe that unconditional love means not seeing anything negative about someone, when it really means pretty much the opposite: loving someone despite their infuriating flaws and essential absurdityโ
Hearing other peopleโs uncensored opinions of you is an unpleasant reminder that youโre just another person in the world.
I met someone that reminded me of you / looked like you / spoke like you / I saw a nice sunset / I imagined what it would be like if you were here and suddenly I am thrown back into the clutches of grief as though no time has passed and my brain still tries to find a way around the fact that you are gone. I love and hate the parts of you I see in other people and the only solace I can find is a hope that I will get to see you again in the next life, if there is one
The experience of wanting to sing in the car again after a months long depressive episode is spiritual
I like when construction workers spray paint their strange sigils on the pavement
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CREDIT:
Armored breastplate crafted by Filippo Negroli (fl.1532-51), made of metal. Currently part of the collection at the Museo Nazionale del Bargello, Florence, Italy.