have you ever just listened to a recording of you talking and then felt terrible for anyone who’s ever had to talk to you ever
Ugh, the beauty of this just consumes me every time I read it.
- me all the time: what am i even doing
Another Doctor Who commissioned piece, this time of Ten. I did this over Livestream awhile back and never posted it!
*screaming* (If you don’t know this artist, please check her out, she’s amazing.)
Neil Gaiman’s commencement speech has gone viral and is making its rounds throughout the Web, and I thought that he shared some great advice with this year’s college graduates. This was one of them:
Looking back, I’ve had a remarkable ride. I’m not sure I can call it a career, because a career implies that I had some kind of career plan, and I never did. The nearest thing I had was a list I made when I was fifteen, of everything I wanted to do: to write an adult novel, a children’s book, a comic, a movie, record an audiobook, write an episode of Doctor Who, and so on. I didn’t have a career. I just did the next thing on the list.
He must have been an extraordinarily wise fifteen-year-old. I’m not sure why, but it seems to me that most people only harbor one or two, maybe three lifelong dreams. Are they being realistic, and setting tangible limits for themselves so as to not face failure and disappointment? Everyone desires something, and wants to become someone. Of course, it varies depending on the individual—but to live without goals, I think, is tragic.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be making a list of my own…
I posted this before, I think, but I’ve been thinking about it, haven’t got around to looking for it again and you’ve written such an interesting comment here. Reblog, I think.
