When the artist you idolize, who's work you've spent the last week binge-pinning to your Pinterest page is drunkenly passed out in your living room at 7 in the morning.
I don't know how to feel about this.
Also,
Last night I had nightmares about 3 things:
- moldy bread
- ruined brushes
- too many assignments due before the end of the semester
My subconscious is an open book.
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