i used to keep a daily journal. words upon words, musings, lots of complaining. it was pretty depressing actually. lately, i've been reduced to random scribblings and scraps of the art that passes through my life... in my planner of all places. it's a mish-mash of to do and done and art and thought.
but these journals... well, i can only dream of creating something so beautiful.
photos via flickr search "journal"
informal. inviting. and so expressive. i don't think my mind works this way. i wish it did.
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