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ducer I love seeing his graffiti hes like a celebrity to me

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Photos of my childhood mall now semi-abandoned

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My defense is today at 1:30pm. Then i can walk away forever from the stress that has made me into a shell of the person i am. This has genuinely been the worst and darkest year of my life. Around noon please start to pray for me!

Back in the lab today after just over a week's worth of absence. The magnitude of my project and its strange collision with my current circumstances, which are wholly out of my control, struck me as i entered the building. The work i have been performing since september has been so tangible and time-intensive with such a manifest objective and closely-perceivable final product - that being a long and dedicated defense and explanation, and a dense body of written work i will generate via sweat and tears and blood, because i know it will require these sacrifices - that i feel like i am birthing my thesis. Or rather that i am sharing my body and life with something growing and substantial. I feel protective of it. MY thesis. And this one composed piece of my life that i have direct control over is at odds with the fact that these past several months has had me utterly unmoored from personal stability, in that i have been carried fitfully along by a series of cascading, unpredictable situations and persistent tribulations, and have been struggling so wretchedly to either regain possession of my own life or let go and accept the ordeals as they are, in the ways that god has imposed them on me. All i can really do now is devote myself to my work with my head down and only look up again once ive reached that point in the future where everything has come blissfully and suddenly together, without my even noticing, as a product of my resolute labour and determination ...

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The Annunciation - James Tissot

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2004

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Bedroom in a Chippendale style, ft. Child with Orange – Pierre-Auguste Renoir 

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