I’m getting to this strange point in my life where not a day goes by when, for at least a couple moments, a part of me is just screaming, “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T I GO TO ART SCHOOL?!?!”
I thought it would be cool to write fan fiction for characters I made up but then I realized that’s called fiction.
That would be basically how I wrote 500 pages of fiction once… I pretended in my head that I was a fanfic writer. It was a way out of a writer’s block.
Federico Garcia Lorca (via infinite-paradox)
to always promote the things i love instead of bashing what i don’t
a second ago
had you a second ago
what the fucking shit
First of all.. I didn’t expect to gain so much appreciation over this piece.
From all over people have expressed how they feel about it. People have gone into large detail on what they like about this.
I want to talk about anxiety in general and how the image came about.
3 years ago I was hit hard by the disorder. It was so bad I got suicidal at points. Not the attention starving kind. Seriously contemplating it. Life was hell.
To someone who hasn’t experienced it. I’ll try and describe it from my own experience and point of view.
At any random point in the day I can get these attacks. During these attacks I’m overwhelmed with the fee
had a really productive/good conversation the other day with my mom that made me realize more and more the kind of art/writing i want to do.
takeaway moment: BOOKS ARE LIKE APPLES. the seeds are quotable and the rest is simply delicious.
i mean apples make my teeth hurt and my whole mouth itch but everyone else seems to like them so there’s that
Donald Glover talking about the comments he received during his campaign to be the next Spider-Man (x)“I was talking about it with Dan Eckman, who directed my Bonfire video. Can you imagine that trailer? That would be dope. Like it makes sense… a poor black kid in Queens. Like it just fits.”