The Print Center

my room was the size of my life

what a gently welcoming darkness

we are eaten up by nothing

i know there's something i've forgotten

im one plant away from a mental breakdown

doomscrollin in the studio

out from under the covers

trying to hold on / let go / be free

ohh cool...so what are you going to do with an art degree

a chronically nauseous chronic disappointment

in my past, im drowning

in my sapphic dreams

at the altar

pull me closer

encounters 1

to fire, to flood

be gay and makeout (blue)

wet hair

nc no. 29

nc no. 28