dear M, even though it’s been six years, I still remember it all. I was naive, small, a little weakling back then, but I learned from you. you were strong and patient and so much more. you are the one thing that words fail to describe. they say I remind them of you but I don’t think I will ever be able to live up to that praise… you were an exceptional human being. I should have...
why don’t you be the artist and make me out of clay
working on my portfolio site instead of working on finals. //priorities
S O D I S T R A C T E D
there is no such thing as taking your time… in DESMA.
there are so many things I don’t want to do on top of the things I miss doing.
rambling walking in circles dilated pupils dark dark bags clouded mind scattered thoughts quivering hands paleness
gold ghost studio →
my friend’s latest project. check it.