The joy of art is in trying to imagine the intent of the creator; why this? Why this particular way? What did they expect me to feel? How DO I feel?
It’s a conversation that spans language, distance, time. It’s fucking magic.
For the same reason I can dislike art when I find out the employees were overworked and underpaid.
Because I care about people.
You dipshit.
The joy of art is in trying to imagine the intent of the creator; why this? Why this particular way? What did they expect me to feel? How DO I feel?
It’s a conversation that spans language, distance, time. It’s fucking magic.
every time you want a hit, you have to get on your knees in front of them, open their valve and suck on it, making your body get a little rubberier and rounder with each breath while their paws gently hold you in place
every time you want a hit, you have to get on your knees in front of them, open their valve and suck on it, making your body get a little rubberier and rounder with each breath while their paws gently hold you in place
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