Today was a rather eventful as it was my day off, and I’m gearing up for a daring 40-hour week
My windows are open, it’s very sunny out but it’s only seventy-eight degrees outside. There’s a cool breeze so my room doesn’t feel as stuffy as it did the night before. Yesterday it was hot and humid and sticky. When the weather is like this I always feel really inspired. But that usually gets buried because other members of my house come home and I feel watched and preyed on. Even with my neighbors, I feel too close to them. And I feel like I have nowhere to adventure to without people giving me a look. But I also feel that about everywhere I go. I feel inspired now, and especially since I’m on Tumblr and I’m always floored by the art that I find there – even the really cheesy, fake deep ones. Makes me want to create art. But I’m no good at it. Writing is the extent of my creativity, I can’t draw or paint for shit.
I’m in a new kind of funk currently and I’m a firm believer that it all started with the pretty
It’s happened. It’s all happening. It’s scaring me half to death, but I’m doing it, and that’s really all that
I took a nap earlier and really didn’t expect much from today, as there’s like a foot of snow outside
Yesterday I heard some very interesting advice from someone. He said that his therapist had told him that whatever you’re