This weekend was a perfect example of why I try to keep myself immersed in work. Time on my hands means far too much time to think; too much time to think makes me:
I don’t want to be nice to people. I don’t want to help anyone out. I just want someone to take care of me.
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Gillian Glover
Random verse from a digital poet who writes in graphite.
we accumulate vintage stuff faster than we sell it
Writing left handed
I mostly tell stories. About my projects. About my adventures. Occasionally, about art, culture and big ideas.
Motherhood, Art, Creative Play, and Finding Joy in Everyday Life
damaged calm 