When?

At what point do we reject our fantastical, beautiful childhood ideals for a settlement of reality and the prospect of a sensible and supportive career?

You never HAVE to.

I raised a point last time I saw my boyfriend.
He said, he had to go back home.
I pointed out, he didn’t have to.  There was no guiding force leading him away from me, that he were to tear himself from to stay.  He was simply choosing, due to an array of personal decisions and commitments, to go back to where he came from.
Basically, I think I both baffled and confused him,
but it’s a point.
What compells us, as people, to do what we do?  A fear of loss of respect, employment, friendships, reputation?
Just a thought.  We don’t have to do anything

Summer brief.

Posting again, because this seems slightly more professional than a tumblr, but I'm not very professional, so lets give it a shot anyway.
Anywho, summer brief:

Brief: Make a garment to wear.

Bit of a tangent, but we looked at how what we wear can express who we are, then went a little deeper.
Here are the results...
Openness of the zip indicates how open we are to new people, as chosen by us.