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finished butter—thinking about hunger, cooking, being alone—so much swirling in me—read a bunch of papers on making borders—thinking about imagining spatial bounds of freedom—something is crashing together in my head, don't know what yet

I always dreamed I would have a home open to happening: weekend coffee with everyone gathering in the kitchen, dinner parties which leave laughter ringing in empty rooms for days afterwards, our bed a shore and us a wave crashing down in the early hours. In the morning, I get up and see our sofa made up with an array of pilows, knowing our home is full of our friends makes my heart hurt with the bursting joy of it all

Mimicking products of mass consumption, this book features the artist’s own body as commodity.

good morning to the sunlight hitting my desk and the sunlight hitting my desk only

hopefully, things are falling into place. but aren’t they always?

School

— september ✹ monthly food log (via bleumingdays)

and I WILL elaborate happily

Unexpectedly, I’m back and doing more reading and coffee drinking than ever! It’s been a while since I posted on here, the final couple terms of my undergraduate moved away from the traditional studying format. But I have somehow found myself starting a Masters, so the cafe and study session energy has returned in full force.

National Poetry Library, London

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first morning after three weeks studying & working outside 🌷 trying to put together some notes to give a class about cultural management soon

New dresser addition 🦴