All dogs go to heaven, all artists go to hell.

I kind of take comfort in the fact that Van Gogh didn't decide he wanted to be an artist until he was 27. By this model, I still have plenty of time to decide precisely what I'm doing with my life, then get ridiculed by many of my family members, mentors, and friends, make hundreds of works in my lifetime and only sell one, get sent to an insane asylum, cut off my ear and give it to a brothel maid, and then die at the ripe age of 37. #goals