tenderness is in the hands

Clarice Lispector, from “Where Were You at Night”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)

benny.cake

yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

one of my hobbies recently has been watching candles melt 🕯🕯🕯🕯

https://www.instagram.com/p/CKhPyoCl_2A/

area fall 2020 rtw

calm

here is my blanket i’ve been working on steadily since april. it is warm and a little scratchy  🧶💘

i hope you all fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and i hope you feel at home when you look at them

many of the victims senselessly murdered on the 16th do not have family able to pay for a funeral and to lay them to rest peacefully, if you’re able to, please donate and support as much as you can or donate directly to Mario González’s fundraiser for his wife’s funeral service. these people deserve the dignity and respect they deserved while they were with us in life in what we are able to do for them in their passing.

thank you bags from various delis in New York