I Just Want To Move To The French Country Side Where I Bake And Paint And Not Worry About Anything Or Anyone And Be Whoever I Want To Be - Blog Posts

I’m so tired

Like physically, mentally, emotionally

I just want a break like I want to breath

Who’s like waiting for someone to save them?? Just me? Ok

I wonder what of feels like to be important to somebody

What it’s like to be appreciated and loved

This is how I want my life to be

The days just blend into each other like a watercolour painting...

the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf

An awful end to a beautiful morning...

If possible... I feel like I somehow look like this statue...very cracked and broken

But it can’t be seen

And I wish people noticed...

I really think school needs to chill a little...

I honestly feel like death with all the work

I’m so tired...

too much expectations and responsibilities...

I too have a limit...

There’s some days where I just want to disappear.

Like me and a bag with food, clothes, a notebook, a sketchpad, my art supplies, books and a camera and walk away for a few weeks at least.

And take a breather from my life