“i can’t believe what we’ve become, i’ll leave without a trace.” —dredg
“i submit, my incentive is romance.” —interpol
“you’re the pillow, the cool side. the sand during high tide. the cocktail poolside. the water when clouds collide.” —dredg
welcome to the dregs of my mind
i’m going to post my art here and ramble about it.
i’m going to post my face here and ramble about it.
and it’s going to be pretentious and we’re all going to love it.