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The only thing I know is that I know hardly anything at all. My mind in chaos, I write to remember and I write to forget. I walk because what else is there left for me except to move on. Humble beginnings do not always create pleasant persons. I am proof of this.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Everything is so temporary.
This is my hindsight, foresight, and peripheral epiphany for this week.
“May the space between where I am and where I want to be inspire me.”
– Tracee Ellis Ross (via fawun)
“Dad Kills Mom” ~ The Newton Brothers
Reasons why audio is vital in horror movies.
I should’ve known better.
Or maybe I did and I chose not to listen.
protip: refer to all your mistakes as “artistic choices”
“Ask me not where I live or what I like to eat … Ask me what I am living for and what I think is keeping me from living fully that.”