yesterday we went to town and i grabbed some school supplies.
i haven’t done such a thing in years, so it felt kind of weird. but i can’t deny that i’ve always been a fan of shiny, new notebooks, pens, pencils and erasers. i get a kind of rush when i get to organize and sort my supplies just so. the clean lines of an unblemished college-ruled notebook, the smooth gel ink of brand new pens, the shiny graphite of pencil lead in its case…
everything seems so untarnished, and…hopeful? there’s endless possibility, it seems.
i don’t know. maybe i just really fucking like fancy pens and such (truth) but at least that’s one more thing that’s making this all feel real and true.
shit is going down, shit is for real.
this is happening.
mine :
