Neil Gaiman’s Advice To Aspiring Artists

Okay I need someone that's good with fountain pens, cars, motorcycles, cats, growing sunflowers (or plants in general), and maybe someone who's read a ton of books.

Gimme your knowledge and I'll figure out what to give in return.

there should be a hotline for me to call autistic people with specific hyperfixations every time i have a question

Why is this me

There should be a garlic bread that will be passed down from every generation of aces to be shared and sustained by past and future generations.

The ace garlic bread, the garlic bread that allos can only wish to taste in their lifetime.

The garlic bread is a living deity that will only manifest itself on those truly worthy of being ace, and the garlic bread will bestow upon the ace a part of its body.

It's stupid that bread goes bad so fast. Bread should last ten million years on your countertop. You should be able to feed yourself off the same loaf of bread from the day you are born to the day you die. They should pass down bread between generations like a family heirloom. There should be remnants of still-good bread after the heat death of the universe.

Yall how do I eat in another kfc while being aware about this knowledge

the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant gets popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.

Even if I didn’t have a solid plan, in the back of my head, I always assumed I’d kill myself.

Now I’m an adult and people my age have their lives in order and I’m stuck here, confused, because I never planned to be alive and I’m so far behind.

I feel like I’ll never catch up.

Gay

Oh no! Your homosexual situationship didn't work out! You have four options to proceed:

Graduate from murder cop to puppet fascist

Become a pit fighter and descend into alchaholism

Emerge from your chrysalis to become twink Jesus

Compromise your principles and age 20 years

Why is she literally me

thinking about the japanese racehorse who was such a failgirl she became a folk hero for losers

Isn't that like, just being a vtuber

Need a sugar daddy but we don't have sex and I don't send nudes I just say "hi" and receive 1000 dolalrs