Hanging out with pigeons and Mr. Krolls at the GRAM
Wasted a good hour and a half doing my papers in there while in style
Remind me to Marry Rome when I get to Rome
So I came home from work and saw these lovelies came in the mail today!
shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
this one’s for you
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.