Reblog if you’re a self-taught artist.
Wanna see how many there are.
If by self taught you mean years of doodles, crying over your pathetic art, tearing up thousands of drawings and then finally drawing something you’re proud of… ONLY TO HATE IT 5 DAYS LATER
Then yes. I am self taught.
"After a long day, you just want to go home and shove the closest edible thing into your mouth and watch whatever is on Netflix instant. And on weekends, you try to psych yourself up to go out at night but then you realize you are just so damn tired and Netflix instant sounds awesome. And there’s all that driving and like, having to wear pants."
try to remember what you did with your free time before tumblr
#kids today #acting like fandom started in tumblr #let me tell you the tales of yahoo mailing lists and bb codes and message boards #let me tell you of power hungry moderators and bnfs#let me tell you of the domain of frank the goat before there was a rich text editor #this is the song of my people
And before yahoo mailing lists happened, there was egroup.
Raise your hands if you still remember the sound of dial-up connecting you to the rest of the world.
29 Underrated Things About Being In Your Late Twenties
5. You’re the last generation to remember life before the internet. CHERISH THOSE MEMORIES.
^ I think so, too!
Trying to get other people to ship your ship:
Ship remains non-canon?
Ship remains non-canon part 2:
You ALMOST Ship something:
Someone ships something you don’t ship?
Someone insults your ship:
Ship becomes canon:
What is the conclusion? Jack Sparrow is a Shipper.
No, Jack Sparrow is the entity of “shipping”.
When someone shoots your ship down:
that’s CAPTAIN* Jack Sparrow to you
the world when its 6 am and you havent slept all night
the world when it is 6am and you have just woken up
"To love a TV show is to know one of two things: Either it will eventually leave you, or you will eventually leave it. There’s no middle ground for the committed. Once you’re in, you’re in, and you’re going to be in until the thing is canceled or until you lose interest because you’ve either figured out all of the show’s tricks or it’s just not the same anymore. That show you loved more than anything? It will eventually feel sort of old and pointless to you after a while, and you’ll have moved on to some new thing that feels fresher but will inevitably disappoint you somewhere down the line. And so it goes. You’ll someday remember that show you loved with such intensity—it will probably be off the air by this point—and you’ll wonder idly why they don’t make ’em like that anymore. The answer is because you’re not who you were anymore, and you can’t fall for a show like that because you’re no longer the same person."
"Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating."
I had a dream…
Yeah, once upon a time, I had an ambitious dream of working for the U.N. and particularly, development. Now it’s just so far away, namely because that dream clashes with another dream that’s deeply rooted with a lot of needs.
A part of me sighs at my line of work in the private (note: profit) sector. But the job pays well so…I just can’t help but look at how others made it into their service sector happily, and wish I had the same nerve.
So. Finally going to have the new place ready sometime mid year. For now, I’m slumming it while I wait on deliveries and repairs, and then going back home (to where there’s a decent bed) at the end of the day.
I just saw a few seconds of plastic surgery from a clip and ugggggh my body feels weak just looking at it and my hands went numb. I can now officially say I likely can’t stand watching surgery.
Give me innards spilling out leading to an eventual (sudden) death but don’t mess with the body parts slowly. Weird, I know.