i will try very hard to be kind until i die
A Thistle Branch with a Butterfly, Dragonfly, Ladybird and Spider, 1777, Barbara Regina Diezsch. (1706 - 1783) - Gouache on paper -
online ceramics
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
I HAVE TO DO THE WORK SO THAT MY LIFE CAN BE DIFFERENT AND I CAN REAP THE BENEFITS
it feels weird to feel the same empty sadness at 24 (25 in 2 days) that i felt as a little girl. the sadness isn’t always there but when it comes back it’s soul crushing to realize it was still there this whole time… decades later…. i wish i could make art about it, but i don’t feel creative, i just feel sad.
what is the point? what is all the hard work we do for? why do we keep going? why do i have to be a person every day of my life? i don’t think i want to play this game anymore…….. its not so fun…..
just upgraded from winter depression to summertime sadness woohoo!!!!!
i’m actually addicted to this songgggggg rn
Aragonite in clay matrix; Pantoja, Spain
24 AND THERE’S SO MUCH MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!
dopamine filled dayyyyyyy
friendship gives me a head high
weird weird weird weirdddddd feeling weird i’m just a weird girl feeling weird happy monday