HAMMOND B3 ORGAN CISTERN by GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI
i feel like opening the window and yelling i'm not dying i'm not dying i'm not dying i am wide awake and so alive and i am not dying and nothing is over even if everything is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
don't cryyy don't raise your eyeee it's onlyyyy teeeenage wastelaaandddddd
i sort of feel like. maybe i'm just not good at anything at all. i don't know what i have going for me other than friendships and those are great but i'm not that good at those either
having chest pains cause i'm so disappointed in myself
i still feel like everything can turn out okay actually. i got flowers that are dying on my nightstand and there was a blizzard and everything i been working for feels over forever but i'm on my medication and i can sleep in a nice bed and i got paid today and everything is gonna be okay i just have to be resilient
i keep forgetting and remembering it
ma& perfectly encapsulating the way i feel rn
it's just not a good day for all of this to be happening
how much for a gram of love & attention
i was talking to these juniors yesterday who i gave pencils to because they all only had one and had been using one all year and i gave them each five and they said i must go through a lot of pencils and i said no i really only use a couple in rotation and then i realized i do go through a lot of pencils cause i give them away to everybody like constantly all the time
i feel like a kid who just crashed their mom's car except real life is not calvin and hobbes and nobody is coming to hug me and say i'm just glad you're safe. and who even really is?? once you're safe there's still the crashed car
i didn't get in
The Beautiful Forest Queen, by Montague Dawson (1895-1973)
Cowboy OCs are like your little Barbies you can put through melodramatic situations all the time. Attacked by a rabid coyote arc. Infectious disease arc. Fell from a cliff into a rushing river arc. Broken pelvis after a riding accident arc. Another infectious disease arc. There was only one horse and then when they got to town there was only one bed. I see why people were writing so many westerns back in the day.
I want to chew on him like some sort of, and please excuse me for the pun here, rawhide toy.
Suzana Dželatović (Serbian,b.1989)
Red room, 2012
oil on canvas