Monday was Al’s birthday. I made him eggs for breakfast (with a candle in his toast) and ravioli for dinner (with a candle in his ravioli). I don’t remember much about the week, work has been slow so I’ve been doing what I can to fill the time, working from cafes and getting more obsessed with making collages. I bought a lot of old books at the thrift store this week to cut things out of. One of the tasks for
1. Prisons should be abolished. Whoever painted wood white was clearly already in their own internal jail.
2. Here’s to lonely girl having a fucking full life. You creator you.
3. I love you so much. I want to be the ravioli you eat.
i love you!! let’s keep prisons so i can lock you up!
All in awe of those slow motion miracles 🥲
same 🥹