i’m not obsessing, i’m just curious

It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realised that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in”.

not a fan of sentences that start with “one of those days” or “the kind of (insert emotion)”, but the euphemism of beauty makes the read quite pleasant

read interpretations of american beauty, which has led to a safe conclusion that it has been the most enriching part of today. sitting on the final photog assignment. this module has cost me meals and starved my materialistic obligation

this is not supposed to happen

also, reminder of assessment is worrying but will not be considered irrational fear but instead anguished self-interrogation. no motivation necessary.

motivation is overrated
motivation is for losers


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