No artist tolerates reality.
written by Friedrich Nietzsche (via ocelott)
I was just tired, man. Tired and grumpy and cynical. I just got nervous about what could happen to someone being lorded for something that wasn’t actually them, and just me getting nervous about myself and not having any time to do what made me feel like a worthwhile human being. You know, drawing and making music and just doing poor boy dumb shit like skating and listening to tunes and going to the park and stuff. I just didn’t have time for things that made me happy.
written by Nick Allbrook (on leaving tame) [x] (via nichtjetzt)