I know what happened to your sister, it had something to do with rabbits, didn’t it?
can you spot the swan? self portrait.
My mother and my sister.
I love her, and I hate that I break her heart again and again.
Elijiana with her bird…
Dead easter bird…
Times are darker and darker for me, but I find that somehow there is light.
I am loved, even if I have no foundation.
I started a tumblr account for all of my random quick pieces of expression—
more art here-