the hardest part about being an art major is that you can work on a project all day and decide your done but when that critique rolls around you’ll kick yourself for not doing better. if you find yourself saying “good enough” it won’t be when you hand it in. some days I’d rather just do a packet full of math problems and have the satisfaction of just being done.
water bottle grav bong.. ghettoness
well we found a place to move. it’s only a forty minutes away from my entire life. FUCKING AWESOME I just want to cry forever
Took a trip to Mt. Wachusett to watch the full moon rise
im such a negative person today and for that i apologize, but mostly to myself. sorry you suck so much al.