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cadmium-free · 9 months

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I’ve been thinking a lot about critique, especially in the context of the art school, and where it succeeds and where it fails the artist.

So much of the critique we are taught to give, expect, and receive happens when something is finished. You present a fully rendered piece of work in front of the classroom for judgment. You’ve been taught never to just say, I like it, It conveys its message, It’s lovely, because that’s not “actionable” feedback. And instead the piece is combed over for flaws, because pointing out a flaw is “actionable”.

But it’s not actually always very helpful, is it? It demoralizes the uncertain learner. And the piece is finished, so any critiques may never be applied. There is no guarantee in the modern conception of the art school that you ever work on another assignment that you can apply the critique. Did you learn anything, other than to be terrified of flaws? What was subjective and objective? Did you learn to hone your own critical eye to your own art, or simply to fear that you’re missing something?

I think, so often, of the students crying in the halls after, during critique. And of all the people who hate critiques. Critique is such a beautiful part of the art making process, but most of us do not understand how to apply it, when to apply it, why to apply it, or what it really is.

Critique of the final work is useful. I think in some ways, that critique is most valuable to the viewer, to understand what they’re looking at, why and how the art works or does not, to ask questions. All critique has its place. But critique during the process of making, that’s the most powerful critique as an artist. It’s also the critique the fewest people have access to. You have to be in the classroom or the confidence of an artist to be allowed into the incredibly intimate and vulnerable critique space. It’s this extreme show of trust. It’s this precious thing, opportunity, skill, that I think the art school squanders by prioritizing the end of project group critique.

Really, there is nothing more valuable than learning how to talk about your work unfinished, and, as an artist, learning how to ask questions about your work in progress. Not simply putting your work out there for judgment, but to ask questions about all the things you’re puzzling over. Learning to present the uncertainty, wondering where your piece is going to go next. You might forge this relationship with some trusted friends. People with taste, eyes, instinct you trust.

Maybe this post is just a love letter to the in progress critique. Maybe I want people to be free to just say, I like it, It conveys its message, It’s lovely, because sometimes you need to hear that before you really dig in. Maybe I want people to learn to critique positively, focusing on what is working now and trying to figure out together how to highlight that and improve on it to show off your strengths. I don’t know. I’m stewing in my thoughts. I’m sad for the students crying in the halls. But I’m in love with every person who I trust to critique my work, that gently mould the goopy raw bits of my heart I give them to pick at.

#i don't think this is coherent but i'm posting it anyways #if i ever write this properly it'll go on cohost not here lmao #text #meandering thoughts

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socialscreamsauce · 3 months

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But I just can't convince myself

sometimes i wonder what life would be like if i wasnt a 32 yr old friendless virgin riddled with stress and depression.. sometimes I think about floating above trees.. sometimes.

#Me #Meandering thoughts #Life #Sad #Alone #Night time blues #Cry baby

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get-back-homeward · 2 years

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this fandom should come with an emotional advisory warning.

halt: this way lies sadness of a past that is unchangeable. continue at your own risk.

#the bottom of the mclennon iceberg or the bug rabbit hole #me every time i try to dip into 1968 or 1980 or fall on my face and accidentally listen to johns demos #history fucks with your brain #deep diving for info to better understand context and put together puzzle pieces of a story that is inherently unknowable #but knowing more doesn't ever change the outcome #only your perception of the story #bless all yall fic writers out there with fix it fic #the balm to my soul #i need to do a rec list #and post my backlog of comments #mclennon fandom #this is the bug rabbit hole #meandering thoughts #epistemology #mine

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galaxyies · 2 months

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ive struggled for so long to feel like i can be creative but lately i feel that continuously denying this baseless affirmation about myself is helping me stop being in such a rut

currently im sitting under a blue morning sky, its warm, and im drinking black coffee, writing random thoughts and poetry and scribbles onto a page at the coffee shop. children are running around yelling and its a bit distracting, but we’re all here, and alive. im trying to recognize that i guess. im trying to be glad to be here

#i dunno #meandering thoughts #the last couple months have been a bit hellish but im crawling out of the buried grave i made for myself

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ariadnesweb · 2 years

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deltarune

delta rune

Delta, the greek letter, is usually used to refer to change in math (d).

d x / d t = d v - the formula for velocity

it's also the name for the overarching symbol throughout both games, of an angelic circle over 3 triangles, which is usually associated with Prophecies.

The Undertale prophecy told that eventually, a huge change would occur to the monsters underground, freeing them.

The Deltarune prophecy is supposed to occur after a huge change has already happened, but tells how said change would be resolved later.

#deltarune #Soilai's Labyrinth #meandering thoughts

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mortimerlatrice · 2 years

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Sometimes I get incredibly sad about Big. Like, it's sad that he died for Porsche, it's sad that he died pining over Kinn, and it's sad that his loved was desperately unrequited. You know what's even worse?

How he gets left out of Kinn's life so intentionally.

We all joke about the ChanBig "ghost ship" and I'm writing this because someone mentioned how startled they were by how many of us there are, but... That's kind of all Big gets? Like aside from solving his unrequited love or pairing him with the traitorous Ken, he kind of has no one. Like yes, fine, he's assigned to Kim. However, Kim has him running errands and he's inevitably free during training with Porsche and is often on Kinn's detail.

He's also notably not invited to party with Kinn. Pete is, and we are led to believe that Pete is Kinn's guard at the time. Ken doesn't ever display a close relationship with the boss, so that makes more sense, but Big was Kinn's head bodyguard.

With him through Tawan.

Big—loyal, respectful, subservient Big—has the audacity to speak out against Porsche to Korn. To me that's about more than rank, it's about comfort and the level of deference he was probably given prior to Porsche. He is able to speak out again, later about Tawan.

...but Kinn brings Pete alone when they go to Yok's. Or at the very least allows him to go with Tankhun (you will never convince me he didn't check with Kinn just like Porsche did).

There's an argument to be made for meta decision making like Big being the traitor in the book. Big would have interuptted the budding affection between Kinn and Porsche. Big is sort of painted as a sourpuss party killer, so you could argue that too. That's what bodyguards are for though right? Is there anything wrong with one (cute) sour bodyguard not joining in the festivities? Outside of Meta, there's not a solid reason not to.

Except Kinn doesn't bring any bodyguards. He knows Pol, Arm, Porsche, and Pete will be there. We can assume Arm and Pol are very well trusted since they guard Tankhun and Kinn names Pete as one of his few trusted and Porsche is... Porsche and the reason they all showed up tonight.

And Kinn doesn't bring anyone else. More bodyguards should be better. More bodyguards should be safer. But it's not because there's a mole. And on some level. On some tiny, unvoiced level, Big is suspect. All of Ken's staff are except Porsche and Pete. Porsche is new but why Pete? What makes him special? It's not tenure, if behind the scenes are to be believed.

Yeah, Big and Ken are bullies, but this is the Mafia. Pete beats people. Porsche pantsed Ken, which is undeniably a bully move. Grey Morals y'know?

Anyway my point is that Big is horribly isolated. He was Kinn's head bodyguard which means he the boss and that might mean he has very few friends on his level. The one named 'friend' we see him with is Ken who apparently had no problem selling him and Kinn out and getting him shot. Kinn doesn't even fully trust him DESPITE his position (or because of?). Kim obviously ignores him at best and taunts him cruelly at worst and that's it. He has no one else.

He's basically alone.

#i made myself sad #i actually liked big #he would have been the serious friend #every single one of his smiles should have been precious #because it's always great when the stoic loyal friend is happy enough to smile #idk if i missed context or whatever #meandering thoughts

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deartreadmill · 2 years

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Week 1 in the can

Something I’ve recognized this past week of diligently tracking is that I have backtracked into the terrible ‘food hygiene’ place. By that, I mean, I’m sloppy about meals. I’m sloppy about planning ahead, I’m sloppy about portions, I’m lazy about macros, I’m terrible with the routine of eating, I’m inconsistent.

As a result, I’ve been stuffed full the last week because I have been forcing myself to eat at routine intervals and really pushing myself to eat enough.

I’ve set my calories to just around 2000 daily, and my macros are for lower carb eating because type 2 diabetes is a bitch. I’ve been struggling to make it to 1800 calories daily, but I am pushing myself, even if it means a proteiny snack at bedtime.

It seems to be working. I feel like I’m shaking off the dust and rust and remembering what I should do. I think forcing myself to blog each day is helping because it makes me get into my head and pay attention.

Tomorrow and Friday I’m working 16 hours, so I basically need to pack meals for the entire day as I won’t be home until after 11pm. This is going to be a challenge. I made a super yummy carrot salad today but it’s only a couple hundred calories. My favourite work dinner is only 190 calories… I might have to add in protein shake or something to get there.

Something else… I’m not struggling with the headaches as bad, so those probably had to do with not eating enough too.

I was not deliberately starving myself. I was frequently eating way too much at dinner because during the day I don’t think about food much. The major depressive episode triggered by my mum’s death really threw my brain into survival mode - and this week I’ve felt hope again that I might not spend the rest of my life napping on the couch when I’m not working.

Long story short - intuitive eating set me into a spiral of overeating because I recognized I hadn’t eaten enough, and not eating because ‘I didn’t feel hungry’. I’m going to try my damnedest to treat my meals and macros like medication - recognize and acknowledge that I have to do this my way for the rest of my life, no matter how much I think I can wing it.

Btw, my son was diagnosed ADHD this past fall, and when we were going through the testing, I realized… I am probably ADHD as well. Once we settle my gut health, I’m going to move forward for adult assessment and diagnosis. Making lists and step-by-step doing things has always been how I’ve accomplished anything (that and rote memorization), so I’m gonna stick with what I know.

#meandering thoughts #calorie counting #macros

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the-watchful-metatron · 3 hours

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You either die a hero, or you live long enough to hear discourse on how you were just a problematic fav.

#meandering thoughts

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psychosynchrony · 5 months

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Personal Keycap Profile Thoughts Not quite a ranking, but not NOT a ranking, if you catch my drift

SA - The highest profile keycaps I've typed on. Fun to type on, horrible for anything else. Gaming on these is a no-go. I have my work keyboard build with SA Fledgling an on Monday mornings these caps feel like the best thing since sliced bread, but by Friday I'm usually sick of typing on them. (Also: it's a good thing I don't care about shine, bc half these caps looked like mirrors after 2 weeks).

KAT - A mid-height profile. Dry to the touch (thanks, PBT). The Doubleshot version feels thicker and slightly rougher than dyesub. Dyesub is about as smooth as you can get while still having texture. A good all-around profile that doesn't cause me strain either typing or gaming. Might be my favorite.

KAM - KAT but uniform profile. I have this on my home/gaming keyboard and it's perfect for that. My set (and I'm pretty sure all KAM?) is dyesub, so it's smooth and slightly thin-feeling in comparison to doubleshot. Only so-so for typing, imo.

HSA - Another mid-height profile. So shiny I don't even want to touch it. It's okay but comes off more as an aesthetic object than anything functional. Not preferred.

Cherry - Ew. I was initially fine with this profile (shorter OEM), but once I started using spherical keycaps I realized that I don't like the way cherry feels (short, sharp, clackity).

#mechanical keyboards #keycaps #meandering thoughts

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kcdahippie · 8 months

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Meandering Thoughts 8/29/2023

Today was a weird day at my job and it's like "How many red flags do I ignore before I start looking?"

BUT

My job has a lot of perks where I'm willing to deal with a lot- fully remote & good pay being big caveats at the moment

My job is paid through a grant through mid-April & I've been told we have funding through the Fiscal Year (end of June).

That leaves somewhere between 8-10 months where I am guaranteed a job (hopefully more)

There is theoretically a world where I use that time to just VERY AGGRESSSIVELY pay off my student loans, which start next month.

It wouldn't leave me with a lot of actual room for building up my savings as much as I'd like

BUT

I would theoretically have my student loans paid off (or almost nearly paid off) come the end of June, regardless of if I have a job or not.

AND

I could just... decide to pay less one month or whatever if I did want to do some fun.

I just SO DESPERATELY want to be done with student loans while I have a job where I have the privilege to aggressively pay them off

Otherwise my estimated payoff time says 2045 (though I think it's closer to 2030), depending on how much interest is, how many payments I do, etc. etc.

I'm leaning towards AGGRESSIVE payment of loans because fuck student loans and theoretically I could be done by like next year?

Student debt free by 33 sounds good to me.

IDK I'm just ranting now I just want to make good money and have no student loans and to buy a house (but really own a house with no mortgage)

(Alternatively I could NOT be stubborn, have a much looser budget if I just decided to have roommates again but 'm not there yet!)

Anyways this is TMI my mind has been everywhere today and I just needed to write SOMETHING down somewhere for fucks sake

#meandering thoughts #personal #don't mind me

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stevesaidby · 8 months

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I mean, I'd love for you to check out this post, or any of the ones that preceded it.

https://saidbysteve.wordpress.com/2023/08/19/dreams/

#blog #ramblings #meandering thoughts

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joycrispy · 8 months

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One thing I love about Crowley --never stated, but consistently shown-- is that he is, at heart, an engineer.

I have a few different things to say about that. Let's unpack them.

As the Unnamed Angel, we see his designs for the Pillars of Creation are millions of pages long, comprised of cramped text, footnotes, diagrams, schematics, etc. It's very...Renaissance polymath, in the way it implies a particular intersection of artist and inventor.

Also: in the naked romanticism with which he views his stars.

We already knew he made stars, but in s2 we learn that he did NOT sculpt each of them by hand. He designed a nebula ("a star factory," he says) that will form several thousand young stars and proto-planets, and all --aside from getting the 'factory' running-- without him lifting a finger. We also learn that these young stars and proto-planets stand in contrast to those made by other angels, which are going to come 'pre-aged.'

...I'm reminded of Hastur and Ligur's approach to temptations. Damning one human soul at a time, devoting singular attention to it over the course of years or decades, and how that stands in contrast to Crowley's reliance on, quote, 'knock-on effects.'

Ligur: It's not exactly...craftsmanship. Crowley: Head office don't seem to mind. They love me down there.

Hm.

I'm also reminded of the M25.

The M25 may not be as grand as a nebula (sentences you only say in GOmens fandom...), but LIKE his nebula it's an intricate, self-sustaining engine that does Crowley's work for him, many times over. Again.

That's some pretty neat characterization --and so is the indication towards Crowley's disinterest in victimizing anyone tempting individual people. It takes a considerable amount of planning and effort (and creeping about in wellies), but in accordance with his design the M25 generates a constant stream of low-grade evil on a gigantic scale.

Cumulatively gigantic, that is. Individually? Negligible.

But no other demon understands human nature well enough to parse that one million ticked-off motorists are not, in any meaningful way, actually equivalent to one dictator, or one mass-murderer, or even one little influential regressive. That's the trick of it. Crowley gets Hell's approval (which he NEEDS to survive, and to maintain the degree of freedom he's eked out for himself), and at the same time ensures that any actual ~Evil Influence~ is spread nice and thin.

It's some clever machinery. And he knows it, too:

The Unnamed Angel and Crowley are both proud of their ideas.

(musings on professional pride, Leonardo da Vinci, the crank handle, and 'the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale' under the cut)

In the 1970's Crowley gives a presentation on the M25, projector and all, to a room full of increasingly impatient demons. Maybe the presentation was work-ordered; the 'can I hear a WAHOO?' definitely wasn't.

Before the Beginning, the Unnamed Angel can barely contain his excitement about his nebula. Aziraphale manages a baffled-but-polite, "....That's nice... :)"

11 years ago, Hastur and Ligur want to 'tell the deeds of the day,' and Crowley smiles to himself because (according to the script-book) he knows he has 'the best one.'

(Naturally, his 'deed' has nothing to do with tempting anybody, and everything to do with setting up a human-powered Rube-Goldberg machine of petty annoyance. Oodles of 'Evil' generated; very little harm done.)

Hastur and Ligur don't get it, of course. That's also consistent.

Nobody ever knows what the hell he's talking about.

It didn't make it on-screen, but, in both the novel AND the script-book, Crowley was friends with Leonardo da Vinci. The quintessential Renaissance polymath. That's where he got his drawing of the Mona Lisa --they're getting very drunk together, and Crowley picks up the 'most beautiful' of the preliminary sketches. He wants to buy it. Leonardo agrees almost off-the-cuff, very casual, because they're friends, and because he has bigger fish to fry than haggling over a doodle:

He goes, "Now, explain this helicopter thingie again, will you?" Because he's an engineer, too.

(It is 1519 at the latest, in this scene. Why the FUCK would Crowley know about helicopters, and be able to explain them, comprehensively, to Leonardo da Vinci?

...Well. I choose to believe he got bored one day and worked it out. Look, if you know how to build a nebula, you can probably handle aerodynamics. And anyway, I think it's telling that this is his idea of shooting the shit. 'A drunken mind speaks a sober heart,' and all. He probably babbled about Aziraphale long enough to make poor Leo sick)

Apart from Aziraphale, Leonardo da Vinci is the only person Crowley has any keepsakes or mementos of.

Think about that, though. Aziraphale's bookshop is bursting with letters, paintings, busts, and personalized signatures memorializing all the humans he's known and befriended over 6000 years (indeed: Aziraphale has living human friends up and down Whickber Street. He's part of a community).

Crowley doesn't have any of that. It's just the stone albatross from the Church (for pining), the infamous gay sex statue (for spicy pining), the houseplants (for roleplaying his deepest trauma over and over, as one does), and this one piece of artwork, inscribed, "To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo da V."

To me, at least, that suggests a level of attachment that seems to be rare for Crowley.

...Maybe he liked having someone to talk shop with? Someone who was interested? Someone engaged enough to ask questions when they didn't immediately understand?

...Anyway.

There's also the matter of the crank handle.

This thing:

This is one of the subtler changes from the book. In the book, Crowley knows Satan is coming and, desperate, arms himself with a tire iron. It's the best he can do. He's not Aziraphale; he wasn't made to wield a flaming sword.

The show, IMO, improves on this considerably. Now he, like Aziraphale, gets to face annihilation with what he was made for in his hand. And it's not a weapon, not even an improvised one like the tire iron.

He made stars with it.

[both gifs by @fuckyeahgoodomens]

If you Google 'crank handle,' you'll get variations on this:

Crank handles have been around for centuries. Consisting of a mechanical arm that's connected to a perpendicular rotating shaft, they are designed to convert circular motion into rotary or reciprocating motion.

Which is to say they're one of the 'simple machines,' like a lever or a pulley; the bread and butter of engineering. You'll also get a list of uses for a crank handle, archaic and modern. Among them: cranking up the engine of an old-fashioned car... say, a 1933 Bentley. That's what Crowley has been using his for, lately. But he's had it since he was an angel and he's still, it seems, very capable of it's angelic applications.

Stopping time. For instance.

(This is conjecture on my part, but, I like to imagine that Crowley has the ability to stop time for the same reason I can --and should-- unplug my computer before I perform maintenance on it. Time and Space are a matched set, after all, and in his designs in particular, one feeds into the other.)

I know everyone has already said this, but: I REALLY LIKE that when he needs to channel the heights of his power, he does so not with a weapon but with a tool. Practically with a little handheld metaphor for ingenuity. One from long-lost days when he made beautiful things.

(And he loved it. Still loves it --he incorporated that metaphor into the Bentley, didn't he?)

Let Aziraphale rock up to the apocalypse with a weapon: he has his own compelling thematic reasons to do exactly that. Crowley's story is different, and fighting isn't the only way to express defiance. And if you've been condemned as a demon and assumed to be destructive by your very nature, what better way than this?

He made stars. They didn't manage to take that from him.

Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale are fighters, really --they have no intention of fighting in any war. They'll annoy everyone until there's no war to fight in, for a start. But between the two, if one must be, then that one is Aziraphale. Principality of the Earth, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Wielder of the Flaming Sword... all that stuff. Even if he'd prefer not to, it's very clear that Aziraphale can rise to the occasion, if he must.

Crowley was never that kind of angel. He wasn't a Principality. He doesn't have a sword.

...And yet.

It's Crowley who protects. He's the one who paces, who stands guard, who circles Aziraphale and glares out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near.

In light of everything else I've said here, I think that's interesting.

Obviously part of it is that Aziraphale enjoys it and, you know, good for him. He's living his best life, no doubt no doubt no doubt. But what about Crowley? What's driving that behavior, really?

Have you heard the phrase, 'loved to the point of invention'? Well, what if 'the point of invention' was where you started? What if where you end up involves glaring out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near? What is that, in relation to the bright-eyed thing you used to be?

What do we name the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale?

...Thinking about how an excitable angel with three million pages of star design he wants to tell you all about...becomes a guard dog. Is all.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #Crowley #Aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens meta #unfortunately I do not have trains of thought #only long meandering strolls of thought #sorry about it #anyway tl;dr Crowley is a nerd #also I have a strange emotional attachment to the idea of 1500's Crowley...#...facedown in a pile of Mona Lisa sketches; drunkenly info-dumping about Aziraphale #and Da Vinci is just like. 'Ahhhh mio amico Antonio. You fucking simp.'

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get-back-homeward · 2 years

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i was thinking about how mad day out is the band’s first big photoshoot since brian’s death. and it dawned on me.

the format--a full day photoshoot of several locations around town--is actually a call back to july 2, 1963. when dezo hoffman does a day in the life feature and takes photos of the band at 7 locations across london. those photos are used all over the world throughout the decade, so it was probably the most productive photoshoot they ever did. talk about time well spent.

the two day long shoots bear some vague similarities in location and posing choices: using gardens and streets as background and stopping by the photographer’s studio to get more formal shots. there’s even an echo of the sleepy john shots in john playing a drowned sailor at the pier.

but the largest difference is that the 1963 one was controlled, like 1963 demands from a band with one album on the charts. its normal everyday activities to introduce the boys and show how wholesome and relatable and in sync they are: sitting in a hotel room, waiting in the hotel lobby, walking down a street, visiting the tailor, eating ice cream. the jokes are kept to a minimum, the shots mostly serious and professional. they’re all in ties and proper suit shirts and pants. they still have something to prove. the most scandal is a striptease sign in the background of the rupert court shot. and maybe bananas if you’re uptight about sexy fruit (capitol records, im looking at you).

mad day out is their playground, and it’s a perfect representation of their 68 chaos. paul shows up in a pink suit and stands around looking out of place. john’s wearing all black with ruffles down his chest. ringo’s got yellow ruffles, and george has loud striped pants. they bunch together in front of a tinfoil wall with a wind machine on (perhaps the one idea that isn’t theirs and they hate it). john’s hair flies into paul’s face, and paul chomps down on it. john rubs his face on paul’s cheek, and a look of contentment crosses paul’s face. ringo wraps his arms around john in a mock couple pose, and paul suddenly looks plagued by the devil. paul awkwardly wraps himself in a pink flag, then unfurls it to hold it out in front of them for a shot but never brings himself to look at the camera. then there’s moto helmets and goggles and a bugle and ringo’s wearing a shoe on his head. at some point, they all wrap themselves in pink flags, and john rests his chin on paul’s shoulder.

they go to a theater and there’s a parrot because whimsy. the tensions still persist sans parrot with john and yoko retreating to one side of the room and paul and george in a heated conversation on the other. but at some point, they go wild over the costumes like the theater nerds they are. john goes for leather and shimmering fabrics. paul goes for animal print and loses his pants. paul bares his midriff. at some point they both end up rolling around on the ground for reasons unknown.

they go off to find karl marx’s tomb, but it’s sunday and the cemetery’s closed so they do a bit of mockery about local MP elections instead. climb up a wooden plank onto a hunk of concrete and act out a series of group hijinks, including a fistfight and possibly attempted murder. find a sign to disobey and smirk at the camera as they do it. drink water from a fountain and spit together on cue. become one with the plants in a garden because that’s what bugs do.

they make their way to a pier, where john lies like a supermodel in front of other three. john strips his shirt, so paul follows. john continues with his pants too and then thinks better of it. george steps in front of them to save the shoot from total derailment and john throws up his madman face. a still mostly shirtless j&p armwrestle, like they’re acting out glimpses of liverpool dock life. paul feels like wrapping himself in marine anchor chains. john poses like a dead sailor washed up on the pier, glasses cast aside. without missing a beat, george picks them up and throws them on.

at the end of the day, they end up at paul’s mediation dome. john uses martha as a pillow. paul stares up at the glass. george’s smile hits at the eyes.

most of these photographs sit in a drawer for decades.

#the labyrinths #mad day out #they're just weird girls your honor #1968 #1963 #its wild how long most of these were stuck in a drawer #the tension the gender the angst the joy this photoshoot has it all #that anchor chain sequence is definitely one of those things with a metaphor paul never ever ever examines right?#meandering thoughts #censorship #branding #callbacks #my text #i wrote this out one night after trying to figure out the picture sequence and kinda got carried away #everything relates back to something else was my point when i started this #this sideblogs 8 months old today lmaoooo so hitting send to celebrate #the photo order is as close as i can figure from those released #one day ill get all the corresponding photos linked by today is not that day

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