lets fuck in an art gallery
i mean you deserve to be pinned up against a wall
you are a masterpiece
has always been a fantasy.
This is the last class of my doctoraI career. I suppose I’ll always be a creature who operates well under pressure. It’s due sometime tomorrow, ideally before 11am class. The thing is, I know I’ll get it done. It may be midnight, 1 or 2am but when I go to sleep tonight, it’ll be sent. The mantra “It’ll get done because it has to get done” has always pulled me through. Gonna be chowing down and watching an episode of Living Single here and there. Setting small goals for myself. A little reward after every paragraph. It’s feeling a bit like a college night actually :) .
When I feel down I hate the clouds but I hate the sun more.