… the mistake that saved the world.
If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
This is really intense for me, because this is exactly what artist’s block feels like. You’ve got color all around you, all over you, inside of you, in your fucking soul, and you can’t get it out on that canvas, that sketchpad, that digital screen that just sits there and yawns, white and infinite in front of you like an enemy, or worse, like a lover you can’t hold because they’re too far away. You sense what you could do if the lines and shapes and colors would come to you, but it all stays just beyond your straining fingers, no matter how hard you reach for it. It’s worse than a sense of your own inadequacy; it’s fear and it’s pain, and it’s everything you feel like you could accomplish but can’t because somehow, the colors won’t transfer from your hands, from your being, onto that white surface. You can’t paint. You can’t even begin.
I’ve never known how to put this personal agony into words, but there it is, raw and exact.
I’m sure there’s a way past the barrier. I know there is. Perhaps I’m just trying too hard.
As a college student you’re either struggling academically, financially, or spiritually. Or all 3
for every 50 notes this gets i’ll read a chapter of this book:
I will never get over this scene. I just love the fact that Disney acknowledges and makes fun of the fact that “It’s A Small World” can be the most annoying song in the world. Not to mention the fact that some of the adults watching this movie would understand this reference and relate to it.
Story time! Gather round children~
A few summers ago I got a summer job at WDW and one day while I was working I started to sing It’s A Small World to myself, and I was walking around and all of a sudden I hear this guy howl the word “no” in a really Scar-like voice and one of my fellow cast members pops out of a storage closet and says “ANYTHING BUT THAT” so we did a duet of “I’ve Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” and then went our separate ways
one of the most amazing stories I heard..
on a scale from Matilda to Carrie how well do you handle having telekinesis and terrible parents
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