I love this so much
The Origin of Love. Beautifully illustrated.
Lament of a Thespian
All I can think about is acting.
All I want to do is act.
Am I working hard enough to live off of acting only?
No, because I’m afraid of losing my day job and not being able to afford to live anywhere at all.
I am slim in the field of insecurities.
My only crippling insecurity is the fear of a lack of security.
Creative souls doomed to the work of the paupers…
I’m getting there, slowly. It’s hard to run without dirt under my cleats.
The only thing I can think about is acting.
All I want to do is entertain.