Beebubs.

I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.

The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

No one gets there overnight and no one is so lucky to create masterpieces on their first try. A lot of times people of our generation want things to come so quick and easy because everything is so instantaneous now. So all I can really say is make work, do what you love, and don’t let anything deter you from it.

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.

It’s okay to lose people but never lose yourself.

The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.