Letter To Theo By Vincent Van Gogh

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Extracting the Stone of Madness", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

i have never successfully articulated anything ever but i got very close, once

making bad art and dressing weirdly and collecting random things and listening to silly music is actually so important

i wasn’t sure about posting my art on here or making a separate acc but for now here are some ronans to spice up ur day 🤍

subwayhands + reading

kate bush featured on top pop (tv), march 1978 ꩜

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

all the f1 x gladiator drawings i've done so far

take the sadness out of saturday night is like. i am living in the shadow of my mother’s grief. i need to get out of my hometown. i want to fall in love. grief has cut me off from the good parts of the world for too long. the world is on fucking fire. i want to run. come home with me. my hometown looks beautiful with you in the passenger seat. i want to feel everything there is to feel. who will i be if i set down the grief that has shaped me? so many things are bad but this band is playing like it’s their last night on earth. i want to be so big that no one could ever miss me. the only person i ever want to look at me is you. this pain has overstayed its welcome. i loved your shadow and you ran. you’re still running. you’re a stranger i know best. i’m still on your side. i can’t believe i thought loving someone else’s shadow would be enough to save me from my own. this faith can’t fill the canyon grief carved in me, but it doesn’t run as deep anymore. i have so much hope. i don’t feel like i earned any of it. what do i do with it? i am going to hold on.