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Took my first week of the year to change my whole studio setup! Time for a new year of music! #2013
January 7, 2013
hoping you wouldn’t let me go
not in sons of anarchy, hes a NARC.
how can i not reblog this
crying
Omg!
“It’s Been An Adventure, Mr. Fredicksen.”
I can’t.
THIS IS REALLY NOT OK
my parents never cut mine off. I think its why I still think I can achieve my ridiculous dreams.
This picture is incredibly powerful, and meaningful to me.
For all intents and purposes, my dad is an awesome guy. Yet whenever I mentioned my dreams of being a musician, he always used to tell me “That’s a one in a million chance,” and that I was better to stick to writing. And then when I wanted to become a writer, he would tell me that I was better off trying to become an editor or something, because “then you’ll always have a secure job in the writing field.”
While I understand his point, i feel like after being on this planet for 22 years I have become kind of jaded, and lack the motivation to achieve my goals because there’s always going to be a part of me that doesn’t believe that they can realistically happen. My tenacity has lessened, and this upsets me greatly.
I love my father, but I feel like he contributed in part to my low self-esteem, and so I vow never to do that to my children, never to tell them that they can’t be painters or poets or astronauts or surgeons or anything. If they want to be a fucking circus clown, I will support them with every ounce of my heart.