sometime i have fully gotten over an childhood interest to the point of almost forgetting it and then i see something completely innocuous related to it one day and then the Obsession™ returns, like a basketball to the face with the only warning being someone far away hollering "heads!" mere seconds before it hits
a beetle just landed on my breast and then instantly died. not sure if my boob was too powerful or if it sought my bosom as a soft resting place, i hope it was the latter so it may have died at peace
i made the mistake of saying "stop showing me the flesh hat man" out loud and realising it fit the tune of the muffin man and now that's stuck in my head, thoroughly against my will
actually the message of the matrix is that if a person deadnames you then you should explode them with your mind
i could be wrong (and anyone feel free to correct me if i am) but i think this actually NOT a painting but instead part of richard prince's cowboy series where he took photos of, then cropped and edited, malboro cigarette boxes,
(the version that was on the box on the left and his on the right in the image below.)
this was actually a very controversial series bc richard prince did not credit the original photographer of the scenes.
Richard Prince (American, 1949), Untitled (Cowboy), 1999. Acrylic on canvas, 90½ x 50½ in.
they call me dthe poor decision maker on account of the raw garlic i eat while migrain
they should invent a magical girl wand that makes you chill tf out
of course ur fuckin trans, you were obsessed with the emo guy from abc3s nowhere boys.
no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.