the magnanimous bowl of pasta in my fridge ready to be eaten:
the magnanimous bowl of pasta in my fridge ready to be eaten:
(repost with your night-time art 🌃)
(repost with your night-time art 🌃)
"god is an anglerfish, riding the little lightnings, sparking across the sky. god is a waiting mirror, and a silent voice from somewhere up. god is a voracious thing, chewing, creating noise, whirring the motors of the world until they snap. god waits on the horizon."
"god is an anglerfish, riding the little lightnings, sparking across the sky. god is a waiting mirror, and a silent voice from somewhere up. god is a voracious thing, chewing, creating noise, whirring the motors of the world until they snap. god waits on the horizon."