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so in the midst of all this "moving home" and "transferring" and "going back" to art history and "things whose proper names imply action and change that has yet to happen," i forgot, nay, neglected the fact that i'm actually a pretty fantastic fucking writer.
this is the (possibly brief, possibly forever) 'shut-in' portion of my life. i am my own best friend. i'm officially done with every pinch of time i have wasted trying to please everyone but myself since i turned 20.
also: I'M GOING TO PORTLAND ON THE 15TH YAY
this is the (possibly brief, possibly forever) 'shut-in' portion of my life. i am my own best friend. i'm officially done with every pinch of time i have wasted trying to please everyone but myself since i turned 20.
also: I'M GOING TO PORTLAND ON THE 15TH YAY