Who, me? Oh, you know.. Just your far-from average teenager. Those that are overachieving and loathed for their youthful looks. I'm also a bed room genius. Not a big deal.
"He was a big man. Massive. And every inch of him illustrated. When his flesh twitched the colours burned in three dimensions." I can't quite remember where I bought this book from.
If opportunity doesn't come knocking, build a door..
Dear NASA, Your mum thought I was big enough. Sincerely, Pluto..
You see, the thing about writing, there is a constant fear that I will never achieve much. That I will work my whole life at this craft and nothing will ever come of it.
Have you ever had a deep sense of nostalgia that suddenly felt like a tsunami wave crashing against the forefront of your cognisance. Those memories that unexpectedly sucker punch you.
"The words we write for ourselves are always so much better than the ones we write for others.".
"Today, I was at a party, when the cops busted us. Since I'm underage, I hid behind a chair for an hour and a half while they breathalyzed everyone and sat them in the same room I was in.
Pardon me, I'll just take this little broken heart and leave..
Ignorance is not bliss. Absorbing reality, grasping the ugly truth yet still managing to smile; Surrendering, letting the beauty of life overwhelm a heavy heart; that, is bliss..
"Every other man spoke a language entirely his own, which he had figured out by private thinking; he had his own ideas and peculiar ways.