first comes love, then comes running mascara....

i've been charging through life for the past month like a tsunami of positivity.

but, faking it till you make it is freaking exhausting.

love sucks. it sucks like nothing else. absolutely nothing can rock your world and rip you apart like having your trust and best efforts thrown from a car window at eighty miles an hour.

so. in the middle of my most recent tidal wave of grief, i stopped and decided to turn it into art. it was a lovely distraction from feeling the pain.

first comes love, then comes running mascara.