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National cast iron art conference at Sloss furnaces in Birmingham AL
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Every time I do all the things that are supposed to be good for me and make me live forever they make my head hurt. I was born to be a degenerate
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It's 2 am in Chicago and I'm applying for food stamps. Idgaf I was raised to feel guilt about things like this but god bless America I'm poor as shit
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I was on the phone with my mentor who has voluntarily reclused himself to an island in Maine. I was telling him about the evilness of the past few months and it became very clear to him I was in a lot of pain. Listening to me bitch he started crying (I could see the tears through a zoom call 1000 miles away). He paused, took a wim hof breath and then told me that ever since he met me I have been an old wise man but sometimes I need to learn to not be a baby snake.
Adult snakes have enough venom to kill but they know to just use enough to incapacitate someone for a little while. But baby snakes, with the same deadly venom, don't have the control and more often than not, kill whatever they bite.
It's been weeks and I'm still thinking about this moment and I fear I might not stop anytime soon.
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Today while working on a project related to 9/11 at work my boss asked me how old I was when it happened and I had to tell him I wasn't born yet then he asked why I know so much and I had to explain that I was obsessed with 9/11 as a child and actively make a point to visit the memorial every time I'm in New York still even though I don't have a single tangible tie to the event. Then I started telling him about the biographies that I would read as a 9 year old from survivors about the people who saved them from the towers. My boss said nothing and walked out of the room.
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