as long as i can chew my food

motto

dead line

bunched up

the cost of bread and funerals

sell your self

the sound of matter separating

bone to dust, wave to water

pond pond pond nostalgia

end of day / small town USA

undersea typography

naps, ripples

a journal entry from the day a mother left her body behind

borespondence

how to live (in a world that’s ending)

gratitude and despair, swirling

eternity opens and no one knows anything

masculine, skeleton

DM the void

safety