24 y/o transguy😌
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The heart is not a box that gets filled up; it expands as you love more.
you could take me on a date anywhere and i’d be happy. like it could be the movie theater. or watching a movie at your house. you could take me outside and we could look at clouds or climb trees i do not care as long as we hold hands or something at some point
She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
maybe one day I’ll be cool enough to hang out with someone who uses a film camera and they’ll take a photo of me sitting in the passenger seat of their car and I’ll be laughing candidly enough for my eyes to be closed and they’ll let me use that photo as my profile picture on facebook
Wunderkinds are Bullshit
For every Alexander Wang, who launched his first clothing collection at age 23, there’s a Rick Owens (debuted at 32), Donna Karan (debuted at 37) and Yohji Yamamoto (debuted at 38).
For every Orson Welles, who made Citizen Kane when he was 25, there’s Ang Lee, whose first film was released at 38, and Katheryn Bigelow, who made clunkers until she won an Oscar for The Hurt Locker at 57. (Though I’d argue her first hit was the masterful Keanu Reeves/Patrick Swayze surf heist film Point Break).
Kristen Wiig studied art and took an acting class to fulfill a requirement. She dropped out and didn’t join Saturday Night Live until 2005, at the age of 32.
Mark Twain wrote Huckleberry Finn at age 49.
I can play this game forever.
Many of you reading might be in jobs you don’t like. Itching to break free from the grind to become independent Artists. Some of you might feel like it’s too late. It’s not.
We are fascinated by wunderkinds because it’s not normal. They stick out. Wunderkinds are rare by design. We fantasize about being a wunderkind because it means less time and work to be successful.
Obsessing over being a wunderkind is as effective as making “win the lottery” your business plan. It’s also pointless if you’re past the age of 25 like me.
There’s a better strategy on the road to success. That’s working smart combined with a bit of time.
For every one wunderkind who wins the success lottery, we have a thousand older, equally successful artists.
To try to become a young success, time is your enemy.
To try to become a success in general, time is an ally.
the realest thing I’ve seen on tumblr in a minute.
Ohhhh I needed to read this so bad. Finally, a feel-better post not dripping in meaningless abstraction.
THIS IS GOOD POST YOU ARE GOOD PERSON
"i’m not ignoring you i just don’t know what to say to you" a film written, directed, produced by and starring me
I want to spend an entire Sunday laying in my bed, watching a film with you, and maybe shower together. She’d make me some food and I’d wash her hair. I would tell her that I want to watch documentaries together and discuss them. I want to look at her face when she has that, “omg no way,” or that feeling of, “No animal, don’t die!” I want to tell her that’s nature, and she’d say it was unfair and be sad. She would be stubborn and argue. Her head would lay gently and softly on my shoulder. She would wander with her fingertips around my collarbones, or on my stomach. She then would look up, and her face would change into cute wrinkles on her forehead … skin, bones, and scars all perfectly constructed together. The whole time I would play with her hair. We would go shopping together, and choose our outfits for each other. We would choose the same dressing room, and laugh about how ridiculous we look, or maybe try to convince the other they look good. We would eat a meal together, and I would take her backpack, and sit on a bench in the city. We would eat and talk about the people that walk past us, and she’d be like, “12 o’clock, that old woman with that dog.” On Fridays we’d go outside and have fun watching the stars and talk about life and everything personal. We would go home wanting to have sex all night, but we have sex one time and then get ready for bed. We would cuddle, but we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other. We would listen to chill music, go onto my rooftop, drink tea, and cook together.
I really hate that watching TV is associated with being lazy and boring while reading books is associated with being smart and profound. Both are really fucking great ways of telling stories and if you find a story that moves you, whether it’s a 900 page novel, a tv show, a film, a comic, or a sentence engraved on a slice of bread IT IS WORTHY OF YOUR TIME!!
