My sleeping patterns are on opposite sides of the spectrum.
I attend a California State University majoring in Studio Arts.
I create for what I cant speak aloud. Art is resistance.
I was totally going to do something right now and then I forgot and I am left with that uneasy feeling now and it really sucks.
Really all I want in my life is to live in a large loft in the warehouse district in LA you know by Skid Row. White walls minimal furniture either salvaged or midcentury type stuff, a studio to make pieces on my free time. I want to be a curator in a museum, publish reviews in an art magazine and maybe be a part time professor. I want to go to fashion week with my friends sit watch designer clothes I wont ever afford or be able to wear, go early to art openings or go to a coffee shop for open mic night at the end of a busy week.
I also want someone to fall in love with me.
If I see a post and don’t reblog it, am I Tumbling wrong?
(Source: okizzle)
