|me:||hello darkness my old friend|
|darkness:||do i know u|
waiting for an email of the list of mental health providers that *~should~* be covered under my insurance.
my anxiety is through the fucking roof right now. but i’m doing what i have to, to get to a better place. i’m just going to eat ice cream and paint my nails.
“A loop after a loop. Hour after hour my madness becomes crochet. Life and art are inseparable. The movies I watch while crocheting influence my work, and my work dictates the films I select. I crochet everything that enters my space. Sometimes it’s a text message, a medical report, found objects. There is the unraveling, the ephemeral part of my work that never lets me forget about the limited life of the art object and art concept.” - Olek
"I do not expect to be a mother but I do expect to die alone"
When it comes to the ol’ houghmagandy, a little mystery goes a long way.
I can’t handle these