When is enough enough; how do you know? I hate giving up, its not in my genes not to give a good fight, but there are times when you are suppose to walk away & let things be. But how do you know; maybe you’re not supposed to & need to take a fucking chance to trust yourself.
If home is where your heart is & you’ve lost your heart, where do you belong.
fuck photoshop / with every free moment (which are few and far between), im scribbling away trying to have a pile of illustrations that will hopefully go on exhibit at two different venues in joburg / very much out of the routine of drawing, the first couple of attempts have been useless. having said that we are our own worst critics / watch this space bitches
The world is (unfortunately) run by stereotypes. Stereotypes which are based on judgement before getting to know a person. Unfair, but positively makes you relate to a person far quicker. It’s your 10 steps forward towards getting to know a person & your go ahead to show more interest in an individual. I am not the type of person that will judge you by your bank account or your flash car (commonly done by girls cough*cough). Fucking yawn. However, I will judge you on the type of dog you own; I am shamelessly dog-biased. It’s a different kind of shallow but I think a dog reflects a part of your personality & is a huge part of who you are as person (there’s that stereotype). Maybe this is just in my mad little world I live in, but I kinda fucking like it.
Be fucking grateful. I keep on forgetting this. The things you have done & seen are endless. Recognise that. However this makes me crave these experiences & adventures more, more & more. Dangerous grounds to play on (or is it?). Appreciate what you have already, chances are you’ve overlapped majority of others anyway.
If you’re upsetting people & getting an emotion out of them, it’s because you standing up for an opinion you have. We’re made differently on purpose. Retard.
Assumption is dangerous; its not something you’re supposed to rely on (lessons learnt), however I also think it spoils the natural progression of the relationships you have. Having to check up that you’re on the same page as someone else just in case you’re assuming natural progression, spoils the natural progression. It just got unexciting.
Picnics are amazing. Road trips are amazing. Being outside is amazing. I hate my desk. I want to break-up with it.