the love in me still hurts

Ever since I was a kid, or maybe since, y’know, puberty, the start of the hormone cascade… as long as I can really remember I’ve had this experience of feeling a volcano in the center of me. It is a furious thing, a sense that there is a seemingly limitless font of red hot stone melting rage in there that I’ve never known what to do with. It sometimes lies dormant, crusting over with cooled stone, sometimes it explodes with all its obsidian shrapnel, sometimes it just oozes and pools into surreal frozen liquid ripples, creating alien landscapes with itself… but it’s always there. As I’ve grown I’ve come to understand it is love. It is the central source of me. It is not comfortable. But it’s maybe my favorite part of myself.

Prints of this shirt are made on demand, so it will take a bit longer than a normal shirt to get to you. In my experience a couple weeks is not unusual.