Your art is the feeling that fills you after you've collapsed on the floor and cried your heart out. It wasn't meant to happen, not in front of this person, who you were never sure would accept you or this. But they sit beside you and hug you tight and you're reminded of a fact you've long forgotten. This world can be kind. comfort and catharsis
literally obsessed with this ask i feel like the vine with the kid and the purple eye glitter staring out the car window










