fuckmoney

never a truer statement said i feel bad for those that think being rich or having a lot of money will bring happiness into their life cus its always a temporary happiness… make friends, travel, figure out what drives you, makes you happy, just live day by day dont worry about the future or the past just live your life you only get one might as well not waste it

Someone made a bootleg tape of Pura Mania’s last show! Awesome!!!

Pura Mania supports bootlegers.

Go buy it: http://loudnightin.storenvy.com/products/14332260-pura-mania-last-show-bootleg-cassette

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Alguien hizo un bootleg the el ultimo concierto de Pura Mania!

Pura Mania apoya la pirateria.

Comprenlo aqui: http://loudnightin.storenvy.com/products/14332260-pura-mania-last-show-bootleg-cassette

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My works can only truly be art when they are not in my custody anymore

When they are out there somewhere

Today is Saturday and I live from these creations of mine

In Denmark I’m considered poor in relation to my income

I couldn’t feel more rich

People say “Wow amazing that you jump into this risky life of self employment. I couldn’t do that”

To me it’s risky to be afraid of doing what feels right

To be afraid of a low income

To fear the abnormal

Fuck normality fuck the safe fuck money

Fuck your expensive watch fuck brands and for once forget about yourself and start thinking of what you can be and do for others

Not for you to feel better about yourself just because it’s the right thing to help the ones that needs you

This is also a reminder to myself to get out of my comfort zone and take action follow my heart and stop thinking of my own welfare all the time

I’m rich cause I have more friends and loved ones than the most and I tend to keep them no matter what

11:27 9.1.15

#ulrikmyrtue#myrtue #believes #thoughts #forgetaboutyourself #fuckmoney #richlife #aarhus #denmark #artist #kunstner #selvstændig #selfemployed

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trapped in a bad place

blocked by ideals, convictions and people forever holding up walls holding me into a corner. no room to breathe. there is no freedom. trapped in the paradoxical want of money and love. never enough. never enough. conform or die. work or die. suit up johnny, grab your security blanket. it’s fuckin’ wild out there.