~pitufina

uhm. i dont know why i cant bring myself to "leave" deviant art.
i dont really submit anything that i take seriously anymore.

maybe because i joined it when i was like, 13?
maybe because when i look through my gallery i remember there was a time when i had just started to draw, and to write, and to think.

and now i'm wrapped up in this, and its hard to remember when i wasnt.
and its nice to see how far i've come.
and to think of all the things i have done and made but arent on display on this website.

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i'm graduating college this year with my bachelors of art.
then doing another semester to get my bachelors of FINE art and my minor in graphic design.

then hopefully i will be attending some fine institution in pursuit of my masters of fine art
so that i can be an art student for ever and ever.
and then hopefully an art professor.
so i can use all their facilities and steal inspiration from a younger generation.


sometime soon i will probably make a website, a professional one, that i can put on a buisness card for people who would like to pay me for what i do, or for people who will decide my future in schools.

and maybe then i will delete my deviantart account.
but for now it stays, for my own selfish reasons, for my own record of the journey. cause once i delete it, i think that alot of these things will be permanently gone from history. and that makes me sad, but if when i delete them i have a website showing all of the really grand things it will be ok to have lost what led up to them.
maybe?


ok.
the end.

its gonna be some time before i get to swim in it
but i'm getting my lungs ready
and tying my strings

see you soon, truth.


(its that thing where all you can think is i love you) ALL.
and not love like most people love
but better
easier
much much better
and not scary
an open love
a hoping love
but realistic
a love that recognizes other love.

its pretty.

im scanning negtives from uropa times.
hurray.

im turning 21 in a few days.
gion to the st. augustine to get down.
hurray


lifes no too shabby lately.

one time in my house in panama, i must have been about 9 or 10 years old, my still good friend to this day and i played on the treadmill, taking it as fast as we could without getting hurt and riding it down to the ground.

then we stole my brothers football pads and she put them on, stood her feet on the sides of the track and we turned it full blast. she jumped on and zoomed off and i could tell if she was crying or laughing but i laughed and laughed and laughed.


i want to laugh like that again soon.

and what the fuck is now that i think about it that full speed speed for? i dont think even cheetahs run that fast. never the less someone who buys a treadmill for their home.

damp sighs and silent breaths.


i am home.
and i dontknow where i just was.
and what happened.




except that it involved many many things.
and people.
and it was good.