I love going to a friend’s house for the first time in a long while and seeing that they still have my artwork hanging on the walls. It makes me smile.
Brief moments which amount to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap
What to do with myself?
No one cares
Lonely little Erin and the quiet becomes suddenly verbose.
Fabricate a catalog of unstable elements and modicums and particles…
I don’t know who my friends are, but I miss them the same.
leads to disappointment.
If you don’t expect something big huge and exciting…
I don’t know.
Most of all, the world is a place where parts of wholes are described within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy. The context of which makes possible an underlying sense of the way it all fits together, despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such. But then again, the world without end is a place where souls are combined but with an overbearing feeling of disparity and disorderliness. To ignore it is impossible without getting oneself into all of kinds of trouble, despite one’s best intentions to not get entangled with it so much.
Charles Darwin (via somethingchanged)
Mr. White and I are the only people in IB Art.
I know what I ought to do, but I’m not sure that I can.
Back and forth all day.
Hippie Jack’s, here I come! Time for fire dancing and field prancing- the perfect cure for my heavy mind. Mhmmhm.