|me:||the time where bugs die|
|me:||and tv shows gradually return from hiatus|
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
set of nostalgia drawings by gabriel picolo. i don’t think i have enough space on my tumblr for all his works that i’d like to post.
do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at
YOU PUT THE THING INTO WORDS
15 Foksal St (downtown - north)
Arthur Spitzbarth house (1900)
I feel I don’t say this enough, but I wanna thank all of you for the messages and being awesome in general. I know I don’t get to all of them, but I do see them, and I appreciate them. If I ever don’t reply, that is NOT because of you, it’s because I have other fun(no) adult things to be worrying about at the moment. But I just wanted y’all to know that I appreciate you guys.