Breathe In, just Dance.

And as things fell apart,
Nobody paid much attention - talking heads

Journal Entry 4

Journal entry #2

Scars

Journal piece #1

She collapsed, breathless, and ready to give up. The grass was soft brushing against her naked skin. Breathing shallow, and head is heavy, she knows she doesn’t have much time left. She takes her final breathes and whispers to the wind. And with that whisper, the wind drained her soul and carried on with the sky. Leaving a body lifeless, soulless and empty.

Let it go

On the wall at vca. It’s too true somedays, although we never want it to be. All artists would like to be happy and still produce good art, but in reality, passionate art comes from pain. And passionate art… Is well… Yeah…

Little Talks

Never Let Me Go.

Coming down - Bon Iver/ Anais Mitchell

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