i want to paint but my mind has painted so much more then i could move on a piece of paper at this point thinking about the mess of what my hand has created seems to be so much more beautiful then what my words have drawn using so much black ink is causing me to run out and i fear i will have none left if i stick to my ways
for those who want the details, my fingers hurt from typing to everyone and i'm losing my voice and mind from talking about it so much. so here it issss
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party was pretty awesome did all that teenager bullshit woke up too early but too late to chill life is too fucking good right now couple weeks till im off to fucking rug munching hell