January 2012
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“Remember this too: most museum works were created in sloppy studios under all...”
– Living the Artist’s Life by Paul Dorrell (p.12)
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ally just called me from foster the people at big day out. tearing up on the phone woops. i always cry listening to live music ughguh i want to be there so bad *le sadface*
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teeeeeenaaaageee giiiiirrrrlllssssss youuuuu’reeee myyyyy wooooooooorld
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ughguhugh I want someone to come over and drink ginger beer and finish the leftovers (when I first typed that I wrote laftovers, anyway) from my parents dinner party thing. There is cheese, falafel and olives if you’re a bit fancy. And then we can dance and lie on the floor (because it got washed for the dinner party, score) and I can pretend I’m doing valuable things with my holiday...
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I wish I had friends that lived in my suburb so I could ride my bike over whenever I pleased and force them to serve me refreshing beverages
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