Done and done.
4 long years with this tumblr.
Bummed I no longer have a roof to drink beers on with babes.
Would sneak onto my old building’s roof if I still had a spare key.
I would like to delete myself from the internet.
This etching tool made two holes in my bag
and stabbed me in the leg.
Bleeding for art~
I turn 22 in less than a month. Whatever.
This nyquil is making me superrr drowsy.
I want to wear sweaters, thick socks, and boots & drink mulled wine while listening to Red House Painters.
Big changes ahead.
I finally feel good about what I’m doing with my life.