Im in New York sitting at a table on the 4th floor at a building in NYU. These hallways have held and guided the ideas of many great minds. Often because of my passion for fashion I am led to wonder how great my ideas are. I question my creative abilities. What does it take to call oneself an artist?
Am I too much of a dreamer/ romantic to be an intellectual? Will this beautiful approach to life work against me in my pursuit of greater goals?
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blah blah blah...did you stalk Amy amd tell her imaginary bf Ricky I said Hi?
miss you...
I love your total disregard for my post. You try hanging out at a university filled with the Genius types and see if you dont come away with doubts.
I saw Amy and she let me meet her pet rabbit. It was a dream come true.
Pup and I call bullshit on the Amy sighting.
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