Again, change –the art, me, you.
A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.
In no other time can Marvel find an audience that’s as hungry for stories of grief, love, and quarantines.
It’s another year of lazy (but hopefully healthy) breakfast dishes.
This cookie elf was hard at work over the holidays!
The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
I think it’s incomplete.
From Nadine Lustre to KAI. Link me some more :)
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…