R.J. Tenace

finding the time to rest

I’m here to worship at the altar of superposition Where I beg I may find grace…

Plié-moi Que je sois tien Que je sois une chose Que tu puisses avoir Remarque-moi Nos…

can you blame me for bleeding in a world of broken glass? forgive me for not…

Some art I made a few weeks ago while I was struggling to believe I would…

Today’s blog post is just a little introduction and exposition to give some more context about…

“You’re beautiful,” whispers the entomologist to the monarch as he presses a pin into its wing.…