idc if u like winter or autumn or whatever nothing tops summer evenings when the sun hasnt fully set and the air is still warm but theres a light breeze and everything is getting more quiet except for the birds and crickets and its a perfect time to go on a walk and just breathe
This is timely, because I literally just was working on a friend’s resume who does commissions on tumblr, and I wrote it like this:
Freelance Artist • Created custom artwork for a variety of domestic and international clients. • Communicated effectively with customers in order to facilitate and execute their visions according to their individual needs. • Invoiced and processed payments via PayPal processing service. • Met deadlines, sustained a high level of customer satisfaction, and cultivated a database of clients. • Used social media to find and connect with customers.
Never underestimate the work that you’re doing!
Oh, yes, my friends. The earlier you learn to sell yourself with unmitigated bullshit, the better off you’ll be.
Imagine this. Living in Paris. Sitting on your pretty balcony while wearing an oversized rope and sipping red wine. Fresh greens. Green tea. Big white silk bed sheets. Facemasks. Handsome men in suits. Facetiming your friends late at night. Dark chocolate. Smiling at strangers. Hot baths. Inner peace. Healthy face.
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.”
– Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene