i crave simple things in life like fresh sourdough bread with a shallow but ornate dipping bowl containing olive oil/balsamic/fresh herbs on a moonlit evening overlooking the sea in some fuckall, Mediterranean location where i’m left alone to eat my bread and let the iodine from the sea air heal my torn up spirit & also six hundred million dollars in unmarked duffle bags stuffed into a swiss bank account box i receive for completing a job of dubious morality
hozier: so yeah im releasing a new album this year and one of the songs is about falling in love at the end of the world and it’s heavily influenced by the current political climate and it’s called “wasteland, baby!” and i hope you like it 🙂
me, through tears: fucking superb you funky little dryad
Aaaaah, I finally got around to take photos of some art pieces I
made at the end of last year and start of this year..! I’d forgotten to
do that since I didn’t do that straight away.
All of these are more or less experimental, but I still like them quite a lot! Click through for titles for all of them!
Ink, markers and white paint pen or white colored pencil on plywood, all are around the size of an A4 paper.
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