hot heart, hot art
Random stuff I like. Sometimes my art.
"The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole—-
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things."
-Sylvia Plath (via
8 October 2014
8 August, 2014
26 June, 2014