awful awful awful mood after such a nice day dammit
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps...– Charles Bukowski
DONE! just need to cut out 100 unnecessary words, reference, and write a bibliography. fuck this is a load off my shoulders. two huge assignments worth 40% each in two days. I am a god.
this is unbelievably clever.
tylerdanger replied to your post: OMG TUMBLR YOU KNOW THAT LETTER TO THE EDITOR I… Be a true poet, do the interview drunk and chain smoking. I cannot tell you how much I want to do this now that you’ve mentioned it. he told me I need to find props and things so the photograph can encapsulate what the story is about, and he’s like are you an artist? and I’m like no...
OMG TUMBLR YOU KNOW THAT LETTER TO THE EDITOR I WROTE? A PHOTOGRAPHER AND A JOURNALIST ARE COMING TO MY HOUSE NEXT WEEK TO DO A STORY ON ME AND MY THOUGHTS ON ART MY GOD MY DREAMS ALL MY DREAMS COMING TRUE NFDJSBGFKJSD
my god this postmodernism essay it makes me want to get up and punch my fists into the air basically I talk about the pointlessness of postmodernism’s pointlessness and suggest how it has defeated its own purpose in playing around with a lack of meaning and either I’ve had too much coffee or I’m really enthusiastic
disgruntled feelings about feminism lately
right now, the earth is the oldest it has ever been