It's 3 pm on a sunday. I could be
Playing warhammer with my boyfriend and his little bro
Painting miniatures
Constructing new miniatures
Making digital art
Drawing the stuff that's got a deadline at the end of this month
Drawing the stuff that's got a deadline tomorrow
Disassembling old clothing to make new clothing
Disassembling old accessories to make new accessories
Making evil deviled eggs
Messing with my hair
And instead I'm embedded. In my bed.
hey does anyone else think that "turn around and let me go free" in going to dallas could be read as a reference to the story of orpheus
Every time I read that one Brian Eno quote from A Year With Swollen Appendicies about how anything that sucks about a new medium will become cherished and beloved once it’s no longer novel I get incredibly emotional and can’t contain myself.
i changed my mind guys whatever's wrong with me really is special and there is no true diagnosis for it. and also im gonna live forever
Lomochrome color ‘92 Sun-kissed
Tidal Wave, The Mountain Goats [x]
like i was saying