crystal. 19 years young. chicago. not so reckless cynic turned fairly reckless realist.
“we all fear death and question our place in the universe. the artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
my face. instagram.my art.
successful sunday night. i can’t begin to explain how much my conversation with this man meant to me. i will make a post about it later. he also asked for my tumblr url. alrighty then.