this is an update.
drew this
this guy knows where he’s goin in life. he’s got a jazz hat for christ’s sake!
a lot of great shit, and a lot of awful shit has been happening all this week on and off.
a little like this:
picture yourself in an abandoned insane asylum, where no one except you, and a still lingering, hidden patient are locked tight inside. screams of all the past dispossessed echo off the steel walls as you walk further and further in. every step you take guarantees a sharp stab to the feet, and every step you don’t take causes the power to shut down and the feeling of drowning overwhelms you. blood is splattered on the ground. you keep walking, and eventually the whole floor is filled with a dark crimson shade. the salty rot of what would have been your demise. you stop, and fall into a pool of dark, thick, hot blood. oops, you forgot to take a step, didn’t you! it fills your lungs and slowly….
actually just kidding it hasn’t been that bad. but i have realized that i have a bit of growing up to do, and fast. and i have things i need to figure out. i look back at all my old songs and the lyrics of them and don’t really appreciate them. and i don’t think i should. they aren’t me. i’ve changed so much over the past year that it is nearly impossible to decide who or what should stay in my life. i almost want to get rid of everything that was, and put in things that ARE. (like actual good songs)
picture fixated major lemons fireicecream pixels mario
i’ve lost a lot lately and i think the fear of losing things is what prevents me from moving forward. (moving forward-right now-is not happening and moving forward=>getting things=>losing things) which, i shouldn’t really be worried about the future, and should be focused on the now. which, even now i’m thinking “what do i have to do?” “well, i have to write this post i guess. and nothing else matters.”
i guess what i’m REALLY trying to say here is that i’m stressed and need a passion tea with lemonade or something.
i also need to learn how to drive.
no i don’t i take that back.
maybe.
the end.
We didn’t have the heart to tell Carol that we had been making fun of her when we said she should get headshots.
We also didn’t have the heart to tell her that UGGs are fucking over.
Or that her skirt was ugly.
Or that we were only friends with her because we have a diversity quota in the sorority.
She fucking fell like three seconds after this was taken.
It was hilarious.
i want to start making clothes again. also, i fell asleep at 8 AM last night.
i remember learning about this picture in my 3rd grade class during the “art start” program. this was the first picture that really got me into art, because i thought i could relate to it so much. i was just reading “the haunting of hill house” and pictured myself as the girl in the field. then when we all heard the story behind the painting, all of that vanished, of course, because i don’t have polio, and thank god.
Andrew Wyeth. Christina’s World. 1948
The woman crawling through the tawny grass was the artist’s neighbor in Maine, who, crippled by polio, “was limited physically but by no means spiritually.” Wyeth further explained, “The challenge to me was to do justice to her extraordinary conquest of a life which most people would consider hopeless.” He recorded the arid landscape, rural house, and shacks with great detail, painting minute blades of grass, individual strands of hair, and nuances of light and shadow.
i feel like you guys should know i play music in this thing. www.myspace.com/bicyclevoice
yuh, i drew this during the lost finale
if you don’t like a clockwork orange, i don’t like you.
