October 2011
54 posts
“When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.”
—Jorge Luis Borges (via bookstorecouture)
Laying next to a piece of cereal and a hairball...
You know when you get those bouts of creativity, the ones that come from no where and sprout little ideas in your mind? That’s the best. Literally—the best. Every since I got here, I kinda felt like the odd man out, that everyone is studying to become a doctor or a lawyer, the complete antithesis of who I am.
For a split second I felt like an outcast…ok probably a little bit more than a split second…but today I realized: who gives a fuck? There are enough quirky people in this place for me to be my awkwardly, extroverted, self. I can dance around my art class and my professor won’t care because he knows I just can’t help myself. That I can sing along to songs on the radio in the cafeteria at 8:30am with just another person, and it can make waking up that early all the more enjoyable.
I guess this is me reflecting back on the first two months that I have been on my own and realizing that I have found my niche. I haven’t had a desire to draw,paint,film anything in awhile but today’s the first day that all of these amazing ideas are growing in my nogin.
It’s just one of those positive days. A genuinely good day that needed to be duly noted
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
—Albert Camus (via misswallflower)
sometimes you just have one of those awesome days.
