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nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself and it will be easy enough to fail so very easily but don’t, don’t, don’t. just watch them. listen to them. do you want to be like that? a faceless, mindless, heartless being? do you want to experience death before death? nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it. think about it. think about saving your self.

Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is something I have to find out myself.

Art is a line around your thoughts.

One day. Five countries. Hundreds of lives lost. Thousands affected. Tonight my prayers aren’t just for Paris. Tonight my prayers are for everyone lost and the ones that are left only with memories.

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

Ambition is such bullshit. Seriously, it’s just chasing vapour. Like, whatever it is that you think that you need, like that job or that gold star, blue ribbon, fancy desk, nice office, like it doesn’t - once you get that you’re gonna be confused because you’re not gonna be as happy as you thought you were gonna be; then you’re gonna be sitting there being like, “why aren’t I happy? I have this, I got the desk,” because man, there’s another desk. Like, there’s always gonna be something more that your ambition is telling you that you need; so it’s the next thing and then when you get that there’s another thing, it’s an endless cycle. You’re forced into retirement, you’re kicking and screaming, next thing you know you’re in a big house, you’ve got four and a half bathrooms, you don’t even have a ping-pong table and you’re dead - like, you’re dead.