INSPIRE - D
complications, aspirations and inspirations

Just be real.

Tell the truth. Why is that so hard.


Extremely Bad Advice: I’m Sorry

"The shortness of life reminder has me instinctually wanting to quit my job, sell my house and go, I don’t know, anywhere. But that’s the instinct of a young man who gets bad news and runs down the streets drunk on wine and bangs his knee but keeps on going because he’s not 38 with a mortgage and a career and a knee that just doesn’t heal that well anymore. And to run away is to miss out on building a life, delaying it with affairs and danger, which grows old, really. And I like my life. I can do better with it, like anyone else, and maybe that’s the answer instead of setting fire to everything." […]




But seriously.. go the fuck to sleep.


Everyday is Christmas vacation.
percikittens:

Here’s Christmas

Everyday is Christmas vacation.

percikittens:

Here’s Christmas


...because i'm a twentysomething


For the first couple of years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase. They quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this…the most important thing you can do is: do a lot of work… It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions.

Ira Glass

Sure.

Sure.


Chris Turnham's Print Shop — Home

illustrated scenes.


so excited I could scream.


is just that.

is just that.




Creative satisfaction: satisfied?

Increasingly so. But I feel like to be creative and to be an artist there has to always be a discontent in you or else you wont keep going … So yes. And no.”


Street corner spontaneous prose.

Street corner spontaneous prose.


Running

Every morning I run towards my past, but that’s just the warm up. I burst right through it on the way back. Left in the dust. Fresh start every day.


thomas prior

thomas prior


Love everybody, but never sell your sword.

Paulo Coelho

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