ALL MY DREAMS TAKE ME TO HEAVEN,WHERE IT’S QUIET

drawing i did today.

Radio towers on repeat got me inspired to do these 🤍

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Cooking our brains, smoking that shit your daddy smoked in VietNA-A-A-A-AM"

there is a willow grows aslant a brook, that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; there with fantastic garlands did she come of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: there, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. /// don't ask me why i hate myself as i'm circling the drain 'cause death, it takes too long and i can't wait