Jesus fucking christ, I'm poor as fuck.

I'd like somebody, for once, to acknowledge the fact that I have nothing to fall back on and no one to support me in three months when everything catches up to me and my stupid degree won't get me paying job. I can't move back in with my mommy and daddy. Take it when you can get it, folks.

Don't be too serious. People won't like you.

What? I have to shout from the rooftops to even get the people closest to me to just acknowledge view my art?

No, I don't believe you ever loved me, because where are you now?

Perhaps getting out of the country is the only thing that will heal me.

Stop it.

You even dream in frames!

Fuck you, depression, for taking away my focus and my drive.

A problem with friends ( Read more... )

via: my tumblr here

Happy Thanksgiving, my dear friends and followers.
Although the story of Thanksgiving is a muddled one (to say the least) it is because of this that I think it is important to take note of our nation’s violent past and let it help us grow as people in solidarity. This is why we all need to acknowledge what we do have in our lives ( Read more... )