I miss being in my school’s art club so much, but not only is there no time, but I also get so much anxiety from being a terrible artist.
i wonder if there is anyone nervous to talk to me.
what am i supposed to talk about with people who dont watch tv shows
sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean
WHEN YOU SEE THE SPIDER
i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens
even aliens have better representation in media that bisexual people
i need more redeeming qualities my amazing sense of humor isnt getting me anywhere
"Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit, all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them."
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via fleurlungs)
This is genius