Watching it Unfold | oil on canvas | 32 x 32” | 2014 | website
Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.
Victoria Erickson (via universeobserver)
last night i dreamt that someone i used to know (had a lil crushy crush on em) was wildly and madly in love with me. i was wrapped in a towel (just coming out of the shower or something) and he walks up and just says come on and starts leading me to wherever (could’ve been to my death, i really didn’t care). i won’t go on but oh god, what a fantastic dream. anyway, thats all.