The shirt <3
“Ashtrays and Heartbreaks” by Snoop Lion feat. Miley Cyrus (Produced by Major Lazer) New
i think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anybody else to feel like that
Michael Fjordbak by Zack McDowell
being told i was smart and above average from a young age was probably one of the worst things to happen to me because now i have a complex and question my entire existence when i dont excel at something right away
this so much.
or I just give up
I’ve been asked how I manage to function during the day with 2-3 hours of sleep. I’ve also been asked how do I bring myself to go bed close to 4 or 5 in the morning. A few times, I’ve been asked how I’m able function without sleep at all. My answer is simple; one word. Dreams. For some time now, I’ve had dreams that feel so real. At times I don’t know whether something actually happened or I dreamt of it. I manage to do all those things because sometimes I don’t want to dream. Sometimes I don’t want to wake up from a dream. And sometimes I get scared to dream because it’s want I want to be real.
“Dreaming With A Broken Heart” by John Mayer
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? And would you get them if I did?
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.