kurt vonnegut died today, of head injuries from falling (of all things), and i can't deal with it...just so so sad, honestly...
seriously, so so sad...
if you haven't read slaughterhouse-five, go read it now...and give it at least a good day or two to sink in to realize just how amazing it is and just how brilliant that man is...was...
fuck, today was lame...
so it goes...
theumbrella
p.s. commissions are back online, since art makes me feel better and i don't want to put them off anymore, even though i still have a ton of art to do...and my art teacher's an idiot...
but that's for another day...today is for vonnegut...
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Mood:
Miserable -
Listening to: neutral milk hotel
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Reading: cat's cradle - kurt vonnegut
I know, we talked about him in our english class that day. A sad day.
My favorite writer...
and no one else got it...
but me and my friend, who introduced me to his works, went out for bubble tea to try and feel better...still don't know how well it worked...
It was almost painful to watch, able to see his age so clearly. But damn, he was still so witty and funny as Hell.
I was actually going to write him not too long ago, and I kept putting it off anf putting it off.
Now, it's too late.
It's really unfortunate, and I feel where you're coming from.
I feel like I need to do some sort of tribute...
i get what you're saying...
i'm making a box art piece, which will probably end up being in tribute to him...