I make pictures with paint and brushes.
I like stitches
and blurry photographs.
I like it when a picture almost has a sound.
I like stockings
and drinking coffee from teacups.
When I asked him for the last time to leave his wife, he panicked, because he wasn’t married. He drove us into a tree, hoping to take me with him to a place where I could receive his love without him having to be someone he wasn’t. (Taken with Instagram)