At this point, I have no choice because if I did, I would have chosen a long time ago to save myself and stop believing. But for better or for worse, it is my constant
I didn't always believe in romantic love because the marriages around me were pretty shitty. But I have always loved my friends and teachers with my whole heart, so fiercely, I knew love had to be real. I'm lucky enough to have some of those friends still. I never stopped believing in a pure, soft love and I owe it all to them. If you can feel it, it will always exist.
who am i if i cannot feel the swell in my chest every time im immersed deep within an untouched forest?
the day i stop loving is the day i am lost to myself
there is so much to love, if you cannot feel love then you have stopped looking and need to redefine what you believe it means to be in love
I’m on an instagram break plus I like you guys more so please enjoy this painting I am proud of. Referencing Bosch‘s garden of earthly delights, specifically the third “Hell” panel ❤️🔥 acrylic and gouache on raw canvas!
