Jarek Puczel, Olsztyn, Poland, Lovers, found at saatchionline
i’m so taken with this piece of art.
sludge and vapor trails.
i have 14 dollars to my name.
this is truly pathetic.
i have to start going back to therapy and i dont want to.
it’s pointless and a huge waste of money.
i’m painting a blood fluke. but right now it looks like a penis. i really don’t want it to end up looking like a penis. what a weird conceptual discussion that would be in crit.
Hey everyone-
A friend from Rice University is taking a group of students to Africa this summer on a HuMed trip to work with a grassroots organization in order to spread health education.
They are fundraising by selling t-shirts with the design shown- for around $15.
If anyone is interested, please let me know! It would be a huge benefit to this group and you’ll be supporting a wonderful cause!
if you’re interested, please email me at ssoni@andrew.cmu.edu and I will give you the necessary information (i’m in pittsburgh and she’s in texas) please also send your name, college/location
healthcare is a human right, you have the privilege of health care and health education, so help spread it! :)
You can only have one.
I am going to try these organization sheets to try to balance my life and my time and my mind.
Being surround by people and feeling utterly alone is too common a problem to be a problem. It’s what everyone says they feel like, and thus not worthy of commenting. But I’m not surrounded by anyone. I in fact flee from the people I could be surrounded by and then feel the need to be sad about it. Wallow in my self-imposed pit of loneliness. Like most things my brain is plagued by, this feeling is some twisted form of sabotage that i have decided, no, demanded, mandated, that my mind put onto the rest of me.
I’m modeling for a show called lunar gala at school…why? i have no idea. It is everything I am afraid of doing and dislike most. But after practice i realized when we were being fitted or walking, i hudled in the corner with my organic chemistry notes and watched, rather irritably, the other people around me. i find things to dislike about the people i would possibly adore because it seems safe and certain. If i don’t have friends, then my friends can’t become my enemies. I have no desire for human contact. Unless you count a constant yearning for conversation, touch, and understanding as human contact.
I believe I am an ordinary impostor in my life. I think I slithered into this part of my life unnoticed and unqualified for the tasks which i present myself with. I am trying to struggle. I am trying to crawl out from beneath the rubble of what I created. I expect myself to fail because I am not really what I think I am or what others see me as. What i desire most is irrational, impossible, and unimaginable. What I strive to be is not attainable by an individual with my biological composition, yet I will not accept this.
I am confused as to when I make excuses for my ailments. when the ailments are actually occurring, and when i am simply being strong. and overcoming them.
this confusion is awfully tiring, and as this semester begins, and i have yet to impose changes upon my previous behaviors of isolation, perpetual fatigue and sleeping, and starvation…i realize that the changes I want, will never arrive because maybe I do not believe that I want those changes as much as I have convinced myself.
I am two different people. I have to start unifying them or i’ll stay in this limbo of a self-rampaging monster who wants to wither away unnoticed.
i think it is okay to want to be noticed. to want to be touched. to want someone to acknowledge you, because you believe that these things are deserved. i would like very much to believe that i deserve the things that humanity is defined for.
A picture someone took of me today. Look I’m almost smiling neejdbdisnakjdb
Gotye-Somebody that i used to know
design commission for a group of students from Rice University who will be going to Africa this summer doing healthcare work.
I want to check into a psych ward, because that seemed to be the only thing that ever got me anywhere.
