you're the fire and the flood

Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.

I dont think art is for escapism. I dont think art should exist solely to comfort or entertain. And I don't think I should have eaten this party size bag of jalapeno chips.

I try not to fall into the "I never liked their work anyway" ditch when an artist/creator reveals themself to be a terrible person

#such a good summation of this actually#because yeah there’s usually things that were always present#but which were easy to overlook or give the benefit of the doubt#that suddenly become relevant after a revelation about the creator#and it’s really not the same thing as the self-defensive “’I never liked it anyway’

how it feels when the thing i like is something i really like and thats because i really like it and it makes me happy to like it