unorganized thoughts
going to mica next year for painting/printmaking.
it's in baltimore.
i think for the whole month of june im going to europe to excape from everything and try to find a little bit of myself. but i know i'm not unique and i know i won't find anything. i'll just be poor by the end of it. i know this sounds super cliche and it's almost boring to read, but i feel like once i go i'm going to find a reason to not come back.
ever since i graduated high school (january), life has almost been a dream come true. freedom. i didn't understand how amazing it was.
new york, stop stealing my heart.
went to a party last week, thought i could catch the 530 am bus home, so i left the party at 5, got there at 525, found out the first bus home was 830. that was one of the biggest bummers of my life. made for a really haggard night/morning.
the hold steady, you can always steal my heart if you want.
i'm probably going up to connecticut for some regrets and a hold steady show on tuesday/wednesday/thursday.
here's to miserable miscommunications, wretched regrets, and a long-awaited absence.
it's in baltimore.
i think for the whole month of june im going to europe to excape from everything and try to find a little bit of myself. but i know i'm not unique and i know i won't find anything. i'll just be poor by the end of it. i know this sounds super cliche and it's almost boring to read, but i feel like once i go i'm going to find a reason to not come back.
ever since i graduated high school (january), life has almost been a dream come true. freedom. i didn't understand how amazing it was.
new york, stop stealing my heart.
went to a party last week, thought i could catch the 530 am bus home, so i left the party at 5, got there at 525, found out the first bus home was 830. that was one of the biggest bummers of my life. made for a really haggard night/morning.
the hold steady, you can always steal my heart if you want.
i'm probably going up to connecticut for some regrets and a hold steady show on tuesday/wednesday/thursday.
here's to miserable miscommunications, wretched regrets, and a long-awaited absence.