here’s some journal pages 💫 been going back and forth on bright, frantic colors and muted, calming tones. trying to appreciate my days more and not let them pass by in a blur
the concept of celebrity is a fucking disease watching all these rich famous twentysomethings fuck around in expensive clothes having fun with their rich famous friends will do nothing except provoke the deepest dissatisfaction with life… no one can accept the mundane as long as they look on jealously at people who make money telling the world that they are somehow unique and worthy of the lives they live. i hate it so much i would love to see it vanish overnight
