- Freckled is 8 away from having 700 likes on Facebook, which is something I’m really stoked about! 700 is a lot of people to actually care about something, i think. I don’t think I even know 700 people irl who would become interested in what I do just for the sake of friendship, so I am very very pleased, and grateful. Every time I update a status on the business of the mag, or any time Nick uploads on Freckled’s instagram, or someone makes a blog post and somebody likes or comments, a smile appears in my brain. I have a sort-of-goal that by the end of the summer, we’ll have this number at 1000. But if not, I won’t be upset about it. It started out as a project for fun, and hopefully it won’t ever stop being that way. also, summer party? maybe more people will come this time? One of my favourite aspects our our project is that it’s not all about fashion editorials. It’s awesome to see the number of readers grow, knowing that everybody find something beautiful about depictions of the earth’s landscape. ~*just earth yknow?*~
- what the fuck should i do about school? there’s so many things i could see myself doing and also liking, on both the science & arts side. i’m also convinced that once i go into something i will have the self discipline to stop fucking around and get work done. i think being home will help a lot - like maybe i can go to class and write essays and deal with friends and life without jumping off my mental balcony every single day. appealing!
my friends are so fucking talented
summer is so damn nice. today was very nearly genuine happiness - i’m grateful that i have such nice friends to be around - it was so light and airy and beautiful. i can feel all that shit going back to emotional storage (or something) and it’ll just stay there until winter comes around again, probably. summer relieves me of that constant feeling of negative-neutrality. i think that usually even if i feel okay about things, it’s just me suppressing sadness so hard that i don’t feel it anymore, and my head reasons that everything is okay but my body still wants to lie down and cry and i just keep on standing upright, trying my absolute best to not feel anything at all. and then there’s all this empty space around situations because it’s so full of silence and it makes it harder not to be looking at everything objectively and i start to hate it and hate myself and worry and think about things, like i dont want to be able to -see- it at all, i just want to be -in- it even if it sucks. the outside should only be used for things like if you need to exit a relationship or console yourself over a failure, you know? not over things like words leaving your mouth or walking down sidewalks. (how am i even alive)
summer feels like a movie and i’m so grateful for it. it’s so difficult to look at it and not be in it that my head doesn’t even try and it gives me most of the day off, every day. i’m still waiting to feel absolutely genuine about things rather than have the idea in my head and decide on it being my point of view. i can’t remember when the last time i actually FELT happy was. i’ve been thinking about things being happy since i’ve been home. i wanna feel happy, that’s all i seriously want. i don’t know why my body and brain has to be so careful about what it does. it makes me feel really tired to be attached to it sometimes.
i’d be such a good leader for a super aggressive sorority
“ARE YOU LIKE LITERALLY STUPID”
*instructs sisters to throw drinks at Aplha Beta Gamma Q’s christmas event*
1. good observations/really good observations, but nothing necessarily valuable about the production.
2. technically sound, aesthetically & conceptually worthless (photo club.)
3. tones as velvety as summer nights, large matte prints, newsprint magazines, the colors are so important but technically unsound (but who cares - you’re not good, you’re just magic)
^_________^ summer is back thanks for coming back i thought it’d never happen