somewhere between insomnia and dreaming

A FORM OF UGLINESS SO INTOLERABLE/WILDE

ive got too much on my mind but not enough in my head.
angst angst angst.
(silent, contemplative LOL)


ive been thinking about being qualified.
its a royal bugger. i wish i was in the moments where one could say "fuck it" and relocate.


i have a path, ive had a path and i cant help but be distracted. hoping its temporary. but this routine is making me sob (hypothetically/hyper pathetically)


so its late, im distracting myself and i will entertain my imagination by pretending to have a captive audience. virtual of course. no such audiences in reality, darl'. and this is the point where i look over my thoughts and edit but its too late to care so here are some pictures.


for art. (always for art. taking a drag of the cigarette OF SLEF INDULGENCE) lovely. 
the whole "concept" was about religion, but i say that loosely because there is no real concept ever, only vague pseudo-thoughts that never fully form and just land as nublie pretensiouso on my page.
inspiRRRed by Vinca Petersen
viola.

i feel ill

LOSING FACE

feeling frustrated. calls for nostalgia. these are photos old and new and just a bunch of shit that i liked. some of these were for gcse art. i need to collect all my art stuff but its whereabouts are question marked. i knew its only stupid school work art but it signifies a lot of time. and im in the mood to REDISCOVER. LOLLLSSSSSSSSSSSQ.


ughhhh. its got me feeling blue. azure blue. eh i like colourrrr. okay. whut.