me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?
I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of “work,” because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don’t always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.
do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them. it could be completely silent and it would just be magical to be there with them.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
work from today
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
bubblegum by Jen Mann
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