I understand why banshees just drift around sobbing and screaming inconsolably at all times, I get it now
I wish rich people went back to keeping artists as pets. Like when you’re wealthy enough you pick a cool weirdo to do regular commissions for you, and if you really want to flex on your peers, you’ve got several.
And you visit them every once in a while like “hello, I’ve paid for your rent and your tools, have you worked on that commission giant oil painting of me getting sucked off by my political opponent, who is unfortunately still the mayor of this town, like I requested?”
And your favourite feral art person looks up - mouth full of gravel and completely surrounded by art-related trash like “no, but I designed a helicopter.”
And you’re like “that’s fucking lit, the mayor doesn’t have a helicopter. Please carry on as you have.”
forever torn between wanting to be seen as pretty and absolutely hating the idea of anyone looking at me or thinking anything about me ever
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‘But I cannot carry the moon on my own,’ said the girl.
sir please that's my emotional support Keira Knightley period movie
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