i accidentally threw away my favorite shirt and it still hurts, i keep imagining how i could have saved it, like somehow retrieved it from the trash before it was gone gone. it was just a shirt but it meant so much, you know?
life is hard yaar, kuch din se ऐसे लग रहा है जैसे painting khatam hi nahi hoti, aur naye colors bhi afford nahi kar pa rahi, sirf wahi purane colors se kisi tarah chhoti chhoti paintings bana rahi hoon.
honestly, why is it so hard to find a good set of paintbrushes that do not shed bristles everywhere? every time i start a project i end up spending more time cleaning up than actually painting, कोई समझتا نہیں.
honestly, why is it so hard to find a good set of paintbrushes that do not shed bristles everywhere? every time i start a project i end up spending more time cleaning up than actually painting, कोई समझتا نہیں.
just sent a text meant for my friend about how i feel like a hermit to my landlord instead. so now they think i’m an ungrateful tenant who wants to leave my apartment more often, ugh