15 August 2017 at 08:02:28 MDT
that empty whooshing sound you hear is the wind blowing through the desolate warehouse that used to hold all my fucks
figured i may as well upload the full-sized one somewhere
on 15 August 2017 at 10:09:10 MDT
Despite the sting of vinegar for a almost black widow seeming stance there is something merry, soft and fluid about this. A reed in the wind, strong but so open and ignoring the outside world.
on 15 August 2017 at 17:40:03 MDT
on 18 August 2017 at 12:44:32 MDT
Sometimes, you've just got to go through stuff and toss the old useless and burdensome junk out.