i’m 22 and i’m learning err day
here’s my life. i’m gonna write about it one step at a time. no more self deprecation. no more lost-ness. no bullshit for the sake of other’s contentment. i’m over it.
i’m so fucking ready to be done with Tufts. Sure i’ll miss this whimsy that was my college experience in the future. oh i’m sure i’ll long for these days when i’m older. but, right now it is suffocating me and that’s that.
i wrote a really long and extra vent-alicious entry that was deleted accidentally by a careless closing of a window (i thought there was autosave btw???) but it’s ok. because i remember it and i’m not gonna freak out to recreate it because it served it’s purpose regardless.
it was silly and it reminded me of who i was and who i still am and what that means. i can’t ever let it go. it’s what will fill the void.
time for sleep. :)
A Tale Of Two Hoodies - a controversial painting by artist/activist Michael D’Antuono.
Inspired by the Trayvon Martin case, this painting symbolizes the travesty of racially profiling innocent children and how present day prejudices affect policy.
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(via ankhcrownscepter)
