living fresh flowers underneath a deer's carcass

i need a Milena to my kafka

“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.”― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

they should make a type of mutual who lives close to you and enjoy taking walks together

this will cure my sanity

You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick