I love you violence I love you descent into madness I love you transformations into an unrecognizable self I love you monsters who were human I love you questioning if I’ve changed or been like this all along I love you being scared I love you secrets I love you twisted coming of age stories
a fated pair of star-crossed bunnies 🩷🐇
Cat Series a series of cats placed on flatbed scanners
the white-green gradient of a freshly chopped spring onion…. c'est magnifique
I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives
I’ll never forget it ⋆˙⟡
If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?