All I want to do right now is rip my goddamned journal into PIECES and never write in it or see it ever again.
Not even I want to read the shit in there. It’s boring as fuck.

The Museum of Broken Relationships grew from a traveling exhibition revolving around the concept of failed relationships and their ruins. Unlike ‘destructive’ self-help instructions for recovery from failed loves, the Museum offers a chance to overcome an emotional collapse through creation: by contributing to the Museum’s collection.
And how phenomenal it was…

In a way that is at once superbly ordered and open-ended, densely structured and, upon first encounter, deceptively unassuming, the exhibition manages both to reinvent the signature show of the Whitney Museum of American Art and to offer a bit of redemption for the out-of-control, money-saturated art world.
i need to stop finding reasons to start new tumblrs
and instead turn my existing tumblrs into new things!
i made a few resolutions today to start being proactive about getting out of this i’m-not-motivated funk i’ve been in. i might start posting on here to check in? or posting articles i read and stuff i do? maybe turning this into a more personal confessional kind of thing?
like a, steps to motivation! blog…
who knows if i’ll have the motivation/time to post on here though…but it might be better for me to make myself do it online rather than in my journal so its less of a personal goal and more out there for the world to see if i fail. will that make me more or less motivated?
in that case…i kind of want to start a new tumblr…what the fuck hannah…
i feel like i do this every time i am home for more than two or three nights!


