It’s funny how someone being labeled as an “Artist” instantly makes them seem more interesting to a good chunk of the population. The reality is, most of the creatives I know (myself included) are the home-dwelling, routine-loving type. That notion of the manic-depressive artist really is the exception rather than the rule. Nothing is *less* conducive to art-making or productivity in general than depression—Except maybe the extreme happiness that comes with being in love and twitterpated.
Don’t wait for things to change. Don’t put it off until a better time, when you have more money or more free time or a better space in which to live or proper inspiration. All that will happen is the inevitable passage of time, and you’ll be left mourning all of the hours and opportunities you wasted while you were sleep-walking through your days.
nothing feels better than winning monopoly. not love. not sex. not free pizza. nothing
I’m sorry, have you tried pizza…?
yes and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friends eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate
i like you
It’s like I finally found someone who gets me