gave another tattoo tonight, just cried to a dirty projectors song for no reason I’m not totally sure what’s happening.
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment
John Steinbeck (via joshwool)
i guess it doesn’t matter if you do or don’t know what your art is all about, because the old rich dudes who might buy it won’t know the difference anyway