
Sometimes at night, Dewey would just lie there, under the stars, and wonder if he’d made the right decisions in his life. Should he have been a doctor like his mother wanted? He didn’t know. He just didn’t know.
the drawings and captions on low resolution theater remind me of the shit i created on F1309.
captions on low resolution theater remind me of...shit i created on F1309.
right decision to attend an architecture school instead of the faculty of medicine. but maybe some people need longer...
My weekends are always...this. I need a break.