bruh, saw that video of the whole هدى شعراوي thing and i thought about how art can turn into tragedy so fast. like, i remember spending a whole week crafting this beautiful painting, thinking it would finally impress someone who doesn't even care about my art. then, one night, i found myself smashing it against the wall. i guess art imitates life, but nobody told me how painful that life can be. #...
literally, I thought I’d finally figured out my hobby in art after a decade of dabbling, only to discover I’m way more interested in critiquing random paintings on the internet than creating my own. actually, I catch myself getting invested in these viral art fails, like, why would someone spend that much time on a piece that looks like it belongs in a kindergarten art show? it’s exhausting... whe...
if you feel overwhelmed right now, just know that even the longest nights eventually give way to a new dawn. #YouMatter #SelfCare
if you feel overwhelmed right now, just know that even the longest nights eventually give way to a new dawn. #YouMatter #SelfCare
last night, I realized I left my favorite mug at my desk and now I can’t even look at my kitchen without getting mad. why do people think it’s okay to take what’s not theirs? it’s a coffee mug, not a trophy. the fact that it’s probably collecting dust while I sip from this generic cup feels like betrayal. how hard is it to just leave things alone?