giving in to the voices @artsyfaartsy - Tumblr Blog

all the rights that come with marriage you should be able to have without marriage btw. you should be able to designate a person who can visit you in the hospital regardless of your relationship to that person.

batbetbitbotbut

"focaccia, serves 4" yes all 4 me

batbetbitbotbut

"tiramisu, serves 2" yes all 2 myself

dawnandpiplup

“Pie, serves 8” yes I 8 it all

shyslyces

"Cake, serves 10" yes I in10d to finish it

creatingblackcharacters

It really is hilarious because whenever you start your art journey, you watch all the videos and ask artists and they all give tips and help but it all ends up coming down to "you just have to practice".

And it pisses you off because bruh how am I supposed to practice this shit if I can't even do this first couple of fucking lines to make a good cylinder.

And then you start drawing and it sucks and you keep doing it, and you learn new skills and tricks, and you even end up developing an art style naturally (which they told you you would do, and you didn't believe them, but it came free with the constantly drawing in a way that made you comfortable and learning the medium).

And at the end of it all, someone else asks wow how you did all of that, and after all this time of putting in effort you finally have to eat crow and admit that the answer is... Damn... you really have to practice 🤣🤣🤣

theesteppenwolf

lots of people who go to art school or went there haven't improved a bit or have improved very marginally

why?

because they don't\didn't actually DO much

no amount of education, talent or tips &tricks videos can outmaneuver personal time investment

woman-becomer

*adds something to my cart* I'm about to make an amazing digital purchase

soup-mother

Sober as fuck at the back of the club going onto Wikipedia and typing "List of birds"

achillesinhighheels

karvina

peteneems

soracities

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water