van gogh gang

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

“i’m not in the habit of cutting people slack. and neither is the jury. if you pay me a hundred bucks i’ll act as your defense lawyer in fishy court.”

❝ whatever happened to the concept of ‘mates rates’? and i’m the one being put on trial? fucking bollocks, that is. ❞

“well, i mean, he’s not wrong. negligent homicide is still homicide, bud.”

❝ hey, i’m in mourning—cut me some slack. ❞

“why the hell do you have an animal at all if you forget to feed it? that’s just rude.”

❝ mum thought it might be a good way to increase my memory—and he was kinda cool—but apparently it didn’t go quite as she planned. ❞

❝ probably. but perhaps the ghosts of all the other fish i’ve killed warned him in advance. ❞

“Yikes. Sounds harsh. Remind me never to trust you with my children if I have any.”

❝ why the fuck are you even thinking about children? ❞

something of a thin-lipped smirk began to etch itself onto kai’s lips, as he raised his hands in defense. ❝ hey, it’s not like i did it on purpose. i am both completely and utterly devastated—distraught, even. ❞

❝ i’d consider it a step up from last time, when he never bothered to tell me. it’s a working progress, ❞ he mused—accompanied by a somewhat nonchalant shrug.