Theatre artist with an internet addiction, circus obsession, and passion for the fine arts.


Crisis Hotline


When I was younger and not yet experiencing growing pains,

my father kept a collection of all the birds eggs he’d ever found

on the ledge of the garage windowsill,

even the blue speckled sparrow eggs already split in half,

the tiny body that used to be harbored inside…


yes adventure time. explain colonialism and racial imperialism to children and high niggas.

(Source: sandandglass)