sixty-six

Summertime has ended now.

Good things:

studying/modeling/drawing/not sleeping in the architecture studio

sketching a lot & being praised for it

singing loudly all the time

playing piano for hours at a time

new friendships begun

old friendships continued

awkward friendships improved

“never sleep; ’cause sleep is the cousin of death”

climbing trees, sneaking onto rooftops, staying out all night

oil painting

dressing like it’s winter

wanting nothing to end.

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