"From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?"
Edvard Munch
The amount of art is suffocating, trapping me in the insanity of this young up and coming Irish actor. I bet this kid steals pint glasses too.
tsoatt 11 months ago