I think I saw this guy on the L train, today.Dominik Skutecký, Study of a Shipyard Worker (Head of Gondolier), 1903 by DeBeer on Flickr.
21 year old aspiring artist in NYC who hates website bios
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UH. YEAH. OKAY. TURN MY HEADPHONES UP. ALRIGHT. OKAY.
STUPID DRAWINGS, INTO MY ZONE I HAVE ENTERED:
CALL ME HOMESTUCK, ‘CUZ I TAKE MSPAINT ADVENTURES.
YEAH, MY VISION HAS DIMINISHED.
THIS IS ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION, I PROBABLY WON’T FINISH.
ALRIGHT. CALL HOV. I’M DONE. NERDRAP MIXTAPE COMIN’ SOON. YEA.
Your art is sick! Just saying.
Asked by itsviictor
If by sick, you mean weak, frail, and a little warm: yes.
Super photo-realistic Oil Paintings
Aaaaaaaaand… I give up.
The following bunches of words are the abandoned, emotion-filled tweets my phone failed at sending.
These were written waiting for, and then on the train:
- 3:24 PM: Oh God. Why did I wear this “Fall Out Boy” Shirt to Manhattan? The Bohemians will eat me alive with their judging eyes.
- 3:26 PM: And My moobs make it so much more noticeable. Someone get my number off of Facebook and text me nice things so I can forget this.
- 3:29: Why do I openly like such a hated band? Why can’t I have a “Local Natives” shirt. THEN THEY WOULDN’T JUDGE ME #ImKidding #ItsOkay
- 3:29: Fuck it, let the world know I like things.
Context: 
And then, I got into the city. Where these popped out of my brain hole:
- 4:35: Why do things have to cost money? I wish I could pay in hugs. I’m good at hugs
- 4:39: So, I’m in union square park, watching a 2-man band perform, sitting on an open bench, with my limeade and new book #this #Is #Nice
- 4:40 I always spend whatever money I save up during the week at @StrandBookStore. I should probably save for other things too.
- 4:42: I tried not to, I really did, but this Book of the Art of Gil Elvgren was on sale. I want to draw every page. Probably will.
- 4:44: ugh, everything around here is so nice. I want to live around here like crazy. Who wants to be my roomie? Let’s do this, followers.
Context:
This happened:
- 4:56: Girl in Park with short floral dress, gladiator sandals and short, light brown hair, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen today.
- 4:57: Please sit next to me so we can talk about whatever it is you’re reading through your brown sunglasses.
- 4:59: I should really talk to her, she looks about my age, maybe A little older. If only I had a drop of confidence in me. Then I might.
- 5:00: I was going to blame the shirt, but it’s all me.
- 5:03: Some tribal group has gone on now. She’s gone to watch. I lost her to the crowd. I officially suck and hate myself.
- 5:05: I’m going to take the train now, before I fall in love again. #sigh
- 5:05: Back to brooklyn, via smelly public transit, alone. Help me feel better, interesting book.
And of course, a book full of oil paintings of beautiful young women wasn’t going to help. It is interesting though. But I also feel extra melancholy because of it.
I know I can’t be alone in this. Help me feel better. Tell me, Have any of you ever fallen in love with a beautiful stranger?
Told you so.
