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And, baby, that’s show business for you
léon bonnat, the barber of suez. oil on canvas. 1876
forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit
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I have been working hard on this art, and I'm not satisfied yet ;(
— BEREAVEMENT —
'their magic. their quest. their awfulness and strangeness'
This fucking sucks I’m going to [ remembers suicide jokes are bad for your mental health ] find glendower
Ela tem um tipo
artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations
[48] pepi y sus hermanas :D
the second secret
being good friends with evelyn and george but barely knowing alex is so funny. like bro i didnt call for you put your grandparents on the phone i have a recipe to swap with granny and a news broadcast to complain about with peepaw
guilty as sin? ending with "am i allowed to cry?" talking about the fall out of her long-term relationship and wishing to move on while still being in said relationship just to be followed up with who's afraid of little old me opening with "the who's who of "who's that?" is poised for the attack, but my bare hands paved their paths, you don't get to tell me about sad" is an insane way to tell everyone that she doesn't owe the industry nor the media what and who her songs are about, while almost explicitly stating she won't stop writing about her sadness and breakups just because they want her to be someone else as an artist. she knows who she is and will never let the awful mistreatment and misogynistic comments mold her to something she's not.
i think it’s so funny that immediately upon leaving henrietta adam just collected as many queer people as he possibly could and then lied to them about his entire life like god he is so real
every mile per hour over the speed limit