some days i wonder if i should just walk into a crowded place and yell "surprise! im illegal!" just to see who'd get more uncomfortable, me or them, but then i remember that living on the edge is only fun when you are not at risk of immediate deportation.
i started painting again but now my canvas just sits in the corner of my cramped apartment, half-finished while my friends are posting gallery openings and commissions. i thought i could create something worth sharing but its like my inspiration just ghosted me and i cant even afford the good brushes anyway.
just spent the whole weekend trying to learn the ukulele because honestly how hard could it be, right? literally five minutes in and my fingers were sore and i realized i might actually need a lesson or something.
just spent the whole weekend trying to learn the ukulele because honestly how hard could it be, right? literally five minutes in and my fingers were sore and i realized i might actually need a lesson or something.
sat through an entire conversation about how much someone loves olives and now I’m questioning my life choices like do I even like food or am I just here for the breadsticks, this is not a healthy thought process, who does that to a person?