To: people at home on Friday night.
Yeeeeeees, please keep reblogging stuff, I’m bored and I love you.
Literally gotta minimize the browser window to the smallest possible size to scroll through tumblr in class. Don’t want them naughty gifs to make a full screen appearance..
The face I make when I’m hurting and too blind to see that there actually are two or three people who want to listen to me without judgement. Ooooops.
Studio work day #1: printmaking dept.
[Insert stereotypical image of 15 hipsters in a classroom]
Someone is already drawing full frontal dick portraits in response to “invent your alter ego” assignment. This will be a good class.
Damn check out what’s happening here on Sat September 27! $6. 9PM.
All big deal shit! Flyer by the amazing Kawther Fakhra.
so excited so excited so excited so excited
All day today.
So. Just ran out of my building, ripped my raincoat off, splashed in all the puddles, strolled, pranced, and basically took a shower in the rain.
Best thing I could’ve done for myself after (probably) the shittest five months of my life (so far..)
When you start looking like your first girl crush. Still workin on that attitude though.
Sunday: lying on my tummy watching my pen glide along paper, leaving behind its trail of ink.
Officially home. Every muscle in my body will hurt tomorrow, but I’M NOT SORRY.
Shout out to Malportado Kids and DJ Gooby ( seeeemcha ) for keepin the butts poppin all night.
Nothing like desperately needing to write your thoughts down while you’re taking a walk and conveniently being able to get a little notebook from down the street, sit down in front of a patch of grass, and unleash.
Neighbor insists on bellowing You Raise Me Up in a bad opera voice + my wisdom tooth is about to pop out of my swollen gums + dire state of melancholy, BUT I’m actually working :)