It’s official! I am making t-shirts & taking requests!
The shirts shown are a mix of prototypes and shirts made for friends!
I’ve been dying to do this for years and finally have the time and materials to do so! So, I am now taking orders for shirts, it can say anything you want it to!* And you get quite a bit of say in what you would like it to look like! And the best part, is it is pretty damn cheap! The only set cost thus far is the price of the shirt which can be anywhere from $3.99+. Depending on the complexity of the shirts and any other materials it might require, the price may vary.
*I have every right to refuse a design that I am not comfortable with (for example: offensive words or sayings)
Is it really horrible that when I feel completely off-centered, depressed, angry or crazy, I feel the most creative? Maybe that’s normal..
But is it really bad that I crave those times? That I on occasion induce them on myself purposely?
Maybe it’s fucked up, especially considering that my life is going pretty well.
Oh well. For now I’ll say I’m f.i.n.e.
Jun 7
F.I.N.E.
“Lost” is the only word I can think of that accurately describes what my state of mind was a year ago. Inside, I had all the potential and motivation in the world. The hard part was trying to apply my thoughts to the real world. Slaving away at a dead-end job, no friends and no plans was not what I had envisioned for my life. I spent countless nights writing, dreaming and wishing for something more. Anything, all I needed was a key to the door. Hopeless. I had given up on finding my niche, something that made me special, I had given up on looking for a reason to be a better me.
What’s kind of funny is that I wrote this back in October, I tweeked it just a bit, but it was actually the opening paragraph to a paper I wrote. Interesting, I like it.
Jun 6
Something I found.
My creativity has been stifled. The muscles are tense from lack of use. They need to be stretched. Challenged. My body craves that injection. I used to be my own dealer, but the shit I sell isn’t cutting it anymore. I need that sweet high, the feeling without the falling. My mind is on overdrive, but my pen remains still. Where is my soul?All reason has been lost. I’m still searching for you.
May 24
It’s 3am, in desperate need of inspiration.
May 24
Hello Tumblr, tis’ a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
