CLOTHING LIFE HACKS
My mother taught me all of this, I then promptly forgot.
Reblogging because im a fucking adult & need this information.
And the land of the bad. DON’T GO!!!
The land of a good trip.
It doesn’t matter what I do, and it doesn’t matter how I get there, but in the end everything works out. I had just been aimlessly scribbling on a piece of paper for what seemed like hours and it was turning into an incredible piece of art. I realized I could put whatever the fuck I wanted on the page and it would be art, no matter what it was. Anything at all, I could do it and it would be awesome.
It can be whatever I want it to be,
Whatever I want it to be can be art.
I get lost in the moment, the time lapse.
Music never sounds so clear as if…
Daylight broke too soon