somebody buy me the sea-glass necklace, it is haunting me. it's fucking gorgeous. photo from camille and necklace from sword+fern. two things i've drawn over the past couple of days. i've just discovered vectors and they are easy fun!
Your many guests will leak in through the windows. Angels will gracelessly tumble down your stairs, tambourines and roman candles will erupt from your dirty clothes hamper. And you will be sitting on the bathroom, perhaps with an envelope, or a razor, or a cloud of sadness tenderly crowning your bare head. And the nightlight, up until this point unassuming, living a life of subtle utility since the day you shucked it from a plastic carapace, says: now that everything is fucked, this is when the age of wonder begins.