The Book of Relationships told me I was secretive. This may explain why when I got a navy bean stuck up my nose for half a day in kindergarten, I never told anyone.




These lucite sculptures by Philip Low are fucking perfection. Want to touch badly.
The Book of Relationships told me I was secretive. This may explain why when I got a navy bean stuck up my nose for half a day in kindergarten, I never told anyone.




These lucite sculptures by Philip Low are fucking perfection. Want to touch badly.