Being Ian

The adventures of a child's mind in an adult's world
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.

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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)

lipgloss-in-my-veins:

“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.” - John Hughes

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Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.

—Sylvia Plath - The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via sisyphean-revolt)

(Source: mooresparadox, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

I think it’s important to tell the person you love that you’ll love them even when the sex gets boring. Even when their hair goes grey and starts to thin out on top. Even when their style changes and they only listen to slow music and the movies they like all follow the same plotline. Even when they don’t change their underwear for three days straight. I think it’s important to tell the person you love that none of those things really matter because, although you loved the sex, their hair, their style, their music taste, the types of movies they liked - you have got to find new reasons to love them every day. That’s what love is. You don’t drag it behind you when it’s dead because it should already be running at least a hundred feet ahead of you.

k.p.k  (via towritepoems)

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T-shirt design rough sketch: CthulOod. Bam. #sketch #design #Cthulu #Ood #Lovecraft #DoctorWho

T-shirt design rough sketch: CthulOod. Bam. #sketch #design #Cthulu #Ood #Lovecraft #DoctorWho