I SAID... AND HE SAID...

i told him i'd washed my hands of the photography industry. he told me it was time to get my hands dirty again...

i don't know why i'm waiting around for him to email, because i said i wasn't gonna like him like that, but i've found myself checking my inbox every 5 minutes haha. not cool man! i'm acting like those extreamly desperate "why hasn't he replied yet?" girls that i always mock.

but underneath all our friendly banter (yes, i just used the word "banter) and sarcastic jokes, we low-key send sorta deep & meaningfuls to each other. how gaybo can you get? hahaha

anyways, he's got me thinking about what i used to get my creative juices flowing. (there is NOTHING subliminal or dirty about that comment lmao) i'm having trouble remembering. i just enjoyed waking up and knowing i was going to school to see my friends and have the choice of a dutch or dunedin hot chocolate. and on good money days, sweet chilli pasta for lunch.

i love street art. is that enough? maybe i'll buy a canvas and spray a straight line across it, hand it over to him to hang up above his fire place and say it's conceptual pop art hahahaha

i miss the days of framing art work you did at primary school. and when you handed it over to people, they thought it was a master piece and didn't ask what my ideaology behind it was, because you just drew/painted whatever the teacher told you to.