childlike colorful thumbnails remind me of rl events that help me relive nostalgia, wistfulness, longing, and regret.
they mean something to me. so let's trade fairly.
i was on the train in new england- it was fall, the leaves were icily crispy: shades of orange and maroon flew by my window which was endearingly adorned with worn scratches
i felt lucky, and understood, by being so lost and deemed 'improper' as Mary Oliver was giving me a spiritual hug
i am so lucky to be downstream
my dad's an abstract painter; colors are our forte
i try to draw a portrait and i somehow end up w a fauvist rendition of lucian freud
only uft if offered for certain wishes~
only uft for certain wishes, not pure gbcs/ custom unless stated
"I remember watching the evening news on television with my family at age 15, on LSD, and seeing the newscaster say, at the end of the broadcast, “good night,” and being thrown into existential crisis. Why would such a person say goodnight to me if I didn’t even know him? Why is this stranger in the family living room, and why do we let him in the house?"
thank u, Gordon Mathews