Dream Irish house to rent, along with acceptance into dream university? PLEASE.

i've spent this whole week in bed sick. really i should have blogged right? but i had like no energy :( i did do one productive thing though! i brought my portfolio (along with my boyfriends) down to the south to this art college we want to go to. i checked out the place and all, and there's this town down the road from the uni called Dawkey? or something? it's so beautiful. so we were searching for houses online today while he was over.

i feel like a grown-up. it's wierd, but exciting!

You.Are.Loved.

I woke up in his arms today and we imagined.

one day i'll live in an apartment somewhere. somewhere everyone has a beautiful accent.

it will have one big room with wooden floors, big windows and white walls that will constantly be re-painted. polaroids will hold the only evidence of the art that existed there. an easel. a computer.

at night i'll sleep on a double mattress on the floor with white sheets. in the arms of an amazing man. in the corner will be a cot. within, a beautiful baby. ours.

This is our dream.

i'm all over the place.

(8) so i breathe deep, so i can't sleep, but my eyes weep, as my soul creeps. i'm so sorry. (8)

everything is so mixed up.
and there is no one to fix it.

Perfection.

(8) I got so much love.. For you darlin' and I,

I wanna let you know how I feel..

And it's true.. that I love you..

And it's true.. your the only one..

and I do, I adore you.. And it's true.. girl

You make me feel alive.. (8)

Haven't blogged properly in ages, i've realised.

Ended up drawing the last couple of my last post with the big lips, i really like it.

It's amazing how much a summer can change you.

I even see changes in the quality of my work.

The only thing that really sucks is that i truely love a piece when i'm working on it, like passionately put everything in to it, as much as i can.

Then when it's done, i keep finding all theses shitty faults.

It's like.. making me wonder why i do anything.

That guy in my class is only doing it to get a grade.

I could never do anything for solely that purpose.

I wish i didn't strive for perfection like i often do.

I want perfect pictures to be taken.

Perfect art to be created.

Perfect friendships to be formed.

Perfect love to be made.

I want to be perfect, in my own way.

But no-one really knows what that is, exactly.