Being Ian

The adventures of a child's mind in an adult's world
I don’t always take selfie’s, but when I do it’s because Blacklist show’s and Bowties. #bowtiesarecool #BlackList

I don’t always take selfie’s, but when I do it’s because Blacklist show’s and Bowties. #bowtiesarecool #BlackList

Tonight I attempted homemade Ramen. I’d say I was successful/culturally offensive. #foodporn #ramen #GrownAssMan

Tonight I attempted homemade Ramen. I’d say I was successful/culturally offensive. #foodporn #ramen #GrownAssMan

Potential studio logo I drew in a minute on a cardboard box. I am a true genius. #creativity #artstudio #artist #NerdyBirdStudios? #shutupIan

Potential studio logo I drew in a minute on a cardboard box. I am a true genius. #creativity #artstudio #artist #NerdyBirdStudios? #shutupIan

New projects in the works. #art #myart #charcoal #painting

New projects in the works. #art #myart #charcoal #painting

Birthday

Drinking whiskey at a bar by yourself the night before your birthday is a pretty good representation of how your life is going.

Fun fact.

PSH progress. May try to sell this when I’m finished. We’ll see. #art #myart #portrait #charcoal #me

PSH progress. May try to sell this when I’m finished. We’ll see. #art #myart #portrait #charcoal #me

First ever T-shirt design I’m working on. Hopefully will have it complete in the next couple of nights…

First ever T-shirt design I’m working on. Hopefully will have it complete in the next couple of nights…

Taco boats. TACO. BOATS. TWO HOMEMADE TORTILLA BOATS FILLED WITH TACO FIXINS. I just…yes. #tacos #boats #noms #ladies?

Taco boats. TACO. BOATS. TWO HOMEMADE TORTILLA BOATS FILLED WITH TACO FIXINS. I just…yes. #tacos #boats #noms #ladies?

factsandchicks:

Picasso’s full name was: Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso.
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factsandchicks:

Picasso’s full name was: Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso.

source

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

—Another Piece About You  (via gracefully-found)

(Source: brennanat, via quirksandlattes)