I CAME BACK TO THIS FUCKING TOWN FOR NOTHING. 

i feel like complete shit! body and mind. 

i have this thing about drawing rabbits, i always draw them but i've never really been like "fuck man, i gotta go out and buy me another pet rabbit"

 im back in school.
i have a job.
making money.
feeling productive.
making a lot of art.
have a great girlfriend.
my stomach is full.
my thirst is quenched.

all in all, everything is going pretty well.

Today when i was on the dog side of barton springs i saw an old man in a speedo on the free side look at all the kids playing in the waterfall. I thought to myself this guy is either a perv or he wished to god he was young again, i think both are pretty pathetic.

those days when you can't get a hold of anyone and you waste your whole fucking day.

i fucking hate those days.

So much has been going on in my mind and life lately that it's hard to really take it all in at once. I'm pretty damn hell bent on making it in the art world, i know i'm really not that great of an artist when it comes to classical art but i think i have my own style working for me. I want to run my own gallery, make art, sell art, live in some ( Read more... )

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i got the philly handstyle down.

Things have been so rough, my mind is fucking blown away on all that has been happening and im just trying to keep composure and not just run away and avoid all that happened.

"do you remember passion? its buried beneath a concrete world"

i wish i could brew motivation as simply as i brew coffee.