Make new things.
Write new things.
Take more photos.
Make zines with me.
Please?
I get sad when I flip through my inspiration directory and see day after day of sameness.
Maybe I consume art too easily.
On a sidenote: My mother is too excited by this month of non-stop girlishness. Dresses will be the death of me. Broke down and bought plaid today.
"You could buy the same shirt in the women's section,"
"I know mom, but its not the same."
"I guess everyone's buying those kinds of clothing now."
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