Happiness is city lights, the stars at night, flowers and lovers and the open sea. Happiness is whatever you want it to be.
Continuing the work of “As The Empire Fell” in a different style, this image is full of teals and purples, with flowers and fabric obscuring
Aim high, and be prepared to fall really fucking far Stars and a landscape and some deeply suspicious smoke form the background for this almost
A light re-write of an earlier piece, which may or may not have been part of the 2016 nightmare writing, over a background full of
We Could Have Been Anything We Wanted. This Is What We Chose. Behind the quote is a colorful background full of chainlink fences and bookshelves,
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
A couple sits on a sand dune underneath the stars and ghosts of keys and wires. A hint of the strife can be found in
