longing to get back into the fine art world now, having spent this summer in an art untouched realm of wiltshire literally counting down the days till I start uni. and shit facebook informed me there are only 19 days left of the Damien Hirst exhibition.
ordered my reading list for next year well my bank balance is now significantly lighter.
Anonymous asked: hello. i noticed that you sent a portfolio off to The Slade, UCL. may i ask when this was, 2012 entry? did you get in? Please answer, I have exciting news if you did get in!
have acquired horrendous wetsuit tan lines that make my hands and feet look like they have been put under the grill, medium rare…but aside from this the british weather did in fact deliver for the midweek surfin. -at least my urban outfitters bikini got to see light of day (wasn’t looking likely tbh)
‘This magnificence, he sensed in his youthful self-importance, reflected the...– — Atonement by Ian McEwan
the spontaneity of my household never fails to amaze. my family woke me up at 5 in the morning, uttering some idea about driving to weymouth to see the sailing. and begrudgingly I went along with it, I quickly came round to it once I’d wiped away the tears of sleep deprivation… we drove at dawn, spent a few hours there. Then I went to work. talk about seizing the day.
acrobat-at-six asked: very beautiful blog! i'm glad i found it!
The accumulated inactivity of the summer weeks since finals also hurried her...– Chapter Two of Atonement (via muskrosebloom) I read this today and identified with Cecilia soo much, god I remember years ago when I felt like Briony (via propsforbella)