“Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.”—Marina Abramović (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)
Bad week. Got sick on new meds and threw up during therapy. Curse vasovagal symptoms. And, rejected from my leading firm for an internship. Came home last night early from work and my second rat is dying now. Feel like I can’t deal with another little friend passing this week. Just tired. :(
“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”—Unknown (via ablogwithaview)
Haven’t been posting a lot, because I’ve been busy and happy and living life. I have been getting so much done with school, job searching for the summer, and health wise. Had my first therapy session a few days ago and am going to try some new things to deal with my ocd and anxieties. It’s a big step for me to get help and to realize that my life would be easier if I wasn’t living with anxiety - as my therapist says, like one arm is tied behind my back. Feeling good, tired, but ready to conquer the rest of this semester.