when I die I want my descendants to always dance in the rain, so my hopes, dreams, emotions and memories can kiss their faces, and clean off their sorrows doubts, refresh them. I want them to splash in my imagination when they are young. The rain that I dance in are the countless spirits of warriors, kings kingdoms, mothers brothers daughters.
I am a man. I am 70% water.
MY BROTHER JUST ASKED ME WHAT “KAWAII” MEANS
H E L P
Kawaii - something that cannot be trusted cause it’s too cute.
So, I feel like my mind has no set way of thinking as some sort of artistic insurance mechanism. I never take one side or truly settle on one idea, I adapt often and very well but I am starting to think that if this keeps up I wont have any kind of artistic identity. Any thoughts tumblr?
and now I’m seeing a teacher…