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The Crazies.
Still alot to do, but here’s a sneak peak of a commission I’m working on. (Taken with instagram)
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Falling into the old routine of things and I don’t know how to feel about it (as usual). Waking up, running, chemistry problems, Facebook, sleep, repeat. Plus, I have this excess anxiety for no goddamn reason. My stomach and chest just aches when I start thinking about things (primarily Mr. Classy). The only other time I’ve felt this way was the weird blurry weeks after my grandpa’s funeral when I was just there and everything just was. Maybe it’s just me being me. I also just finished looking at my senior yearbook and it’s kind of sad how I couldn’t give less of a shit about the people I graduated with. It’s terrible just looking back and they’re all just names and faces now because I haven’t talked to anyone in almost a year. You can be near someone for that long (three damn years of high school, eight hours a day) and they can still mean almost nothing to you. Terrible, terrible shit. This is the point in the reflection where James would say, ‘Sabrina, you’re doing it again. Being depressing and shit’. But this is what happens when I’m left to my own devices. I go back into my brain and reflect reflect reflect until it all turns murky and mopey. I also realized today that I’ve never had so many tangible wants all at once. Of course, I’ve had crushes before and wanted new toys and wanted to get into colleges and go to that country, etc. But it’s never been this close to me, like if I reach out my hands just a little more I could have things I want. This is so different and unlike anything before and it bugs me (cause of anxiety).
“ No es este el relato de hazañas impresionantes. Es un trozo de dos vidas tomadas en un momento, en que cursaron juntas un determinado trecho, con identidad de aspiraciones y conjunción de sueños. Fue nuestra visión, ¿demasiado estrecha? ¿Demasiado parcial? ¿Demasiado apresurada? ¿Fueron nuestras conclusiones demasiado rígidas? Tal vez. Pero ese vagar sin rumbo, por nuestra mayúscula América, me ha cambiado más de lo que creí. Yo, ya no soy yo, por lo menos no soy el mismo yo interior.
Ernesto “Che” Guevara
The motorcycle diaries
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The Hamsters.
The craziest and most dysfunctional friendship I have ever had.
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Holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars, this is all I think of.
