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Artist Problems
Having a ton of ideas for things you want to make but not being able to use any of them.
Because:
- You don’t have time to make them because of school, work, personal problems or other stuff.
- You forgot to write it down and now it’s lost in void of your thoughts (probably) forever.
- Either you have no motivation enough to make it. Or you realise it won’t ever come out the way you had in mind because your not at the skill level needed for the making that kind of piece.
- You have an artblock or procrastinate for any other possible reason whatsoever.
- You get demotivated because someone already made something similar looking and you’re under the assumption they’re way better anyway.
- People critisize your ideas to the point where you don’t even believe in them anymore.
- You get distracted by social media, tv, events or other stuff.
- Your ideas include way to much work to do all alone. But you don’t know not enough people who would possibly want to help you create even one idea without getting payed.
- Someone steals your ideas and keeps using them without permission.
- You started a project but the people who you worked with you on it throw you out of the group, mistreat you or leave the project themselves.
- You get sick, injured or don’t feel good for another reason. And are practicly unable to work.
- Your art teacher laughs at your ideas and way of making them.
- Your inspiration runs out and you get stuck.
@thinthle
Reblog if this is is relatable. And feel free to send me solutions to these problems if you have any.
I promisse I will remember next year...
guys.... I forgot ides of march
And in times like this
I'd really wish
To bring my belongings
Into the basement
And forget about them
Again
"She's going to sit alone. Right at that same table where she built it all. Her happiness, her courage, her perseverance, but most importantly, where she met all of her friends. Now it's all crumbling down to her fingertips. She closes her eyes and tries to dream herself away into a reality where all of that still exsists, but she can't. It's all blank without the real thing... Without the real them. Complete nothingness. She can't even remember their voices. Everything is fading away from her. And everytime, she blames herself for something that she couldn't control. They've all left now; her friends. The girl lifts her head and stares at them. They're all happy. They all prance around, discussing random topics she used to talk about with them all of the time. She even sees her crush holding hands with her best friend. They don't even notice her. All of them go sit at their new table, completely forgetting about what once was. She weakly smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart ached for them. For someone. But she had no one. She put her head back down and waited for an escape. She pulled her sketchbook and poetry journal closer to her. They may only be objects, but they are all she has now. She pours her heart out crying. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her fears were reality, and she somehow had to stay strong in this. But how could she stay strong when she wasn't going to be remembered by any of them? Was it all pointless to make memories in the first place? She just wanted to disappear. She then heard whispers all around her. It sounded like her friends, but that couldn't be. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. A boy with a pretend smile and a sympathetic gaze pulled me into a hug.
"You're going to be okay, we're all going to be okay. I promise."
She cried into his chest until they all gathered around her and tackled her into a group hug.
Her friends.
They were here.
"I'm sorry for the mess I've created," She shyly whispered, "haven't you forgotten me, yet? I would've."
"How could we forget about you?" A raven haired boy asked, "We've been right here the whole time."
- Dreaming of Wolves//Vent
(I just... Sobbed while writing this.)
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MEN IN BLACK
Day 12: Forget
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We all forget things.
So today I was meant to give a presentation in front of my chemistry class, but I completely forgot and didn’t prepare anything. I was mortified when my name was called and I told her, “But I can’t - I’ve literally not prepared for this at all!” The room went silent and I felt so awful in that moment.
My chemistry teacher said, “I will see you outside.” And I thought I would get a bollocking. As soon as I got outside, I broke down crying, annoyed at myself because I never do things like that. I wanted to show her how on it I am and how well I can rise to challenges like public speaking, but instead I failed to follow a simple instruction and humiliated myself in front of the class.
So I went outside, ready to go on the defensive about why I should not be made to present. My teacher gave me the biggest hug and told me that I am only human - which is why she would let me do my presentation next week and just in front of her. She reminded me not to be so cruel and hard on myself, because I do that. I beat myself up over little things.
She told me that I have so much on my plate right now with university stuff as well as upcoming mocks that I should allow myself to be forgetful once in a while.
She told me that she is usually the most organised person ever but she forgets to bring stuff to the right lessons all the time.
She told me she doesn’t hate me, isn’t disappointed in me and all she wants is for me to stop stressing. And then she told me to go to the toilets and wash my face while she told the rest of the class not to talk about it.
My point is, it’s okay to skip a beat and forget something. It’s okay to admit you are only human.
And I am blessed to have a teacher who genuinely cares. How many people can say the same nowadays?
I Need My Feet to Forget
I need my feet to forget what motion feels like
Moving unnaturally fast
I need to stay rooted right now
I need time to think
My feet need to forget
What flying feels like
Because I keep nose diving
And maybe its just a part of learning
Maybe I have to suck first
It just seems like others don’t suck
And I'm the only one
Left behind in the dust
I cant stand up because
My feet refuse to forget
Silly feet,
Don’t you know that flying is unnatural?
Dear feet,
Please leave the job of flying
To the wings
Dear feet, you can run
I need my balance
I so should stick to the ground for now
I'm tired of being dizzy
And feeling bigger than I actually am
I'm tired of your illusion
I am the kind of person
That is dangerous
Once I know speed
So I need my feet to forget
What they now know
My feet need to forget the sky
And instead feel the grass, dirt, and tar
CONVERSAZIONI NELLA MIA TESTA
A: Sai ci sono diversi tipi di persone…
B: Quali?
A: Quelle che guardano al passato, dicendo “Se avessi, se non avessi”, quelle che pensano solo al presente, senza rischiare, per non sbagliare mai e quelle che stanno lì a immaginare o programmare il futuro.
B: Quindi?
A: Quale tipo di persona è più brava?
B: Quella che pensa al presente…no?
A: Io direi nessuna.
B: Perché?
A: Perché tutte si dimenticano di vivere.
Ammettetelo. Dimenticare è più difficile che morire.
Serena P. (unaragazzadadifesa)
Fascinating is one of the cuntiest words.
Responding to hatemail? A poorly envisioned and understood argument? Someone who is "cooking" but with gunpowder on a propane grill?
It's "fascinating." Followed by a deft "surely" to drive the knife home.
Fascinated by the implications of this conclusion you've drawn. Surely this hasn't been destructive to specifically your cause in the past... [cites 12 discrete instances with sources attached where is has been destructive specifically to that cause]
Ohhhhhh that sucks so hard for you, don't it? Makes you clench your teeth and draw a shallow breath through them for a limply worded retort borne on sour emotion and chagrin.
Oof. God. That's not a good look, but it's absolutely fascinating.
I'm not usually one for schadenfreude, but hitting them with that "fascinating" gets me wet like a slip'n'slide.
