hell yeah you are
the one where cheerilee knows
god last night after a longass day i got to my campsite too late to buy firewood anywhere so i had to go into the woods to chop some deadwood myself but then i somehow didn't have my headlamp so after i had my armful of wood i was carrying my flashlight in my mouth and by the time i had the fire going and cooked dinner and got to bed i was too tired to move. i didn't even set up a tent i just got into my sleeping back in the dark and then i woke up an hour later to Little Bird bristling and growling like there were a lion upon us and as i rose out of my haze i heard the telltale "meep" of an american woodcock. truly we were under siege.
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because pete wentz tried it once and look what it did to him
I have a deep fear of being known BUT I have a slightly larger fear of being forgotten. the best solution I can come up with is making art every once in a while
how to (not) be a human being 🍁
untitled auto-bio mini comic i made and riso printed recently for festival of the photocopier in melbourne
snoopy + my chemical romance lyrics
ft the ghost of you, famous last words, house of wolves + party poison
fob lyrics here
A.F. Vandevorst installation for Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011
“A girl sleeping in a hospital bed in her A.F. Vandevorst dress. But here, the girl as well as the mattress and pillow are made out of candle wax. Once lit, what starts as a perfect image will slowly melt and perish during the biennale.”