Get rid of these ugly ass green boxes and I’ll be loyal forever. Tumblr has been getting worse and worse and worse. Yahoo is a chance to get better. If you guys could start an RSS reader to replace google reader, that would also be fucking awesome.
yet again, i see something in you that inspires. as a kid, i wanted to go to art school, i wanted to create. i had a good eye for color, and i enjoyed putting visual elements together. it calmed me. my mother did not nourish this creativity, and absolutely shunned the idea of me ever going to art school with the intention of making things. to my mother, and to many people in general, art was a hobby. art was not something people did to make a living, and she was poor enough as it was. she worked hard, lived with a man who i did see make much effort to help, and seemed unhappy. i thought about escaping a lot. but the belief was ingrained in my head, that i would never be able to make art, go to art school, etc.
the fact that you went so far as to have the motivation, the encouragement, to enter an art competition [and win!] as a kid is really cool. and having the determination to still create beautiful things, despite not having money to go to art school, is inspiring. i wish i’d had the strength and foresight to do likewise.
i’m making small steps. thank you for inspiring.
This is for the poor kids. The misfits. The neglected dreamers.You sit in the back of the class because you’re ashamed of your hand-me-downs. You can’t afford glasses so you can’t see the board. You don’t have enough money for your own art supplies, and your school doesn’t supply them because all that money goes to the jocks, so you guiltily shoplift them. The entire machine you’re being pushed through is engineered to ignore you in favor of the elites. The athletes. The rich kids.
The more I read from this man, the more impressed I am and the more inspired I get. “If you nurture it, if you are tender with yourself, your suffering now makes you strong in the future.” <— This has been my problem. I was not nice to myself. I fell into their trap and beat myself up for them. And it is not too late to change my ways.