

My hand after my accident. I’m incredibly lucky that it wasn’t my left hand and that I didn’t damage any nerves or anything. I think the cut in itself is quite beautiful, it is also shocking to see inside your own hand, it looks like chewing gum. My nurse yesterday told me it was healing beautifully and that it adds a lot of character to my hand :)
i hate this tumblr. there are too many old posts that I never want to see again. It feels too messy and stresses me out. I have a new tumblr which I only really use for art posts, but I still can’t bring myself to delete this one and start a new tumblr, because nobody would follow a new one and I couldnt be bothered to find all the blogs I follow again. I feel like my life needs a bit of a clean up. Same with Facebook. I have 1500 friends. Lots of them are transexuals or randomers in bands from all over the world, or just random people who i’ve never met/spoken to, who I have nothing in common with. It feels almost as if I want to throw everything off my desk and start again with simply a little pot plant, pencil and lamp.

Paul Trevor - Like you’ve never been away. Doing my art essay on this photo exhibition.

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