i know you wont drop me.

i love red poppies. there is an artist in savannah named vicki someone...and she is famous for painting beautiful vibrant poppies. i would love to own one of her paintings one day.

i was bored last night. sue me.

a few things about me. incase i wasn't fascinating enough. [or maybe this will make me marginally interesting. who knows.]

i love the best i can. i love art. i love to change my hair. i love dresses and flip flops. i love divinity [and anyone who knows what it is.] i love to lose myself in a book. i love movies. if i cant make a career out of art i would love to bake wedding cakes. i love the sand and ocean; i never want to leave there. i love that the right music can do just about anything. i love to be alone; i love to be with the people i love. i love that i my future is a surprise. i love bright finger and toe polish. i love big rings and jewlery [gold.] i love chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies [not i love chocolate chip cookies and oatmeal, i love chocolate chip cookies with oatmeal], macaroni and cheese, and mashed potatoes and gravy [that is comfort on a spoon.] i love making discoveries of any sort. when i love, really love, i love big and boldly and that is something i might love about myself one day, but for now it has just created problems. i love prints and patterns and color. i love to study people. i love the buttery feeling of oils on my palette; the spread of color across my canvas, the smears of paint on my face and in my hair. i love that i can do anything. i love the fact that girls tend to turn into exactly the person they hate, reasons being valid or not, because i love irony. i would rather eat a cupcake than a slice of cake, because you do know a cupcake is just a smaller version of cake, they use the same mix and everything, even the same icing; cupcakes are just the runts of the cake family. i would love to do a series of paintings on sunsets because i find them absolutely captivating. i would always rather eat a bagel over a donut. always. i will buy sugar cubes when i have my own kitchen, granulated will be used only in recipes. i hope my home is a place that is warm, vibrant, mismatched, lived in, and colorfully patterned. i love that you think i look beautiful in my glasses. i will always love to be different; i will always strive to stand out. i hope to aquire an eye for photography, and to become seasoned at it. i hope to exhibit my paintings in a gallery not owned by SCAD. i hope to never get caught up in a job that wont make me happy, no matter what the pay. i hope to find the man i will marry and remember everyday how lucky i have been to find him and to never take that for granted. if i have babies, my girls will be named lillian audrey and bella.  i secretly hope for boys.  i hope to be remembered when i die.

i hope that i have made an impact on someone's life; i hope my life has meant something to someone, that i was able to help someone who needed me. that is my greatest wish.

art history blows.

T N A L A T D A S S, J K T A T L T W H, A I M Y, A N K I B M.

i cant say what i want. but its there. and it's out. and thats enough for me.

sometimes i wish i could move to an island and never come back.

when your face is salty wet, and your drowning in regret just dont forget love heals.

sometimes i worry that i'll never truly be free of you. and sometimes i wonder if i really want to be.

sometimes i dont know what the hell to think.