I’m fucking sick and tired of seeing that same FAKE Back to the Future meme where it shows the time circuit with todays date and its all like

“OMMMGGGG THE DAY THEY WENT TO THE FUTURE IS TODAAAAY! OMG I LOVE DAT MOVIE! YUUUSSS MARTY MCFLURRY IS DA BEST!”

Listen those are all fake and I don’t know how people still believe it when they have the same picture with like 8 different dates.

Are you supposed to know when you love someone or do you just love them without knowing?

I love those moments where you’re able to express your thoughts and emotions so effortlessly into whatever you’re trying to do. I wish I could do that all the time.

When I think about music and the distinctive aged tone that oldies from the 50s and 60s have, I wonder if it sounded old to them too. Like is a person in the 50s thats listening to a new song that just came out, equivalent to us listening to some new Kanye or Jay-z that just dropped? And did people in the 50s think classical music from the 1800-1900 sounded old? fuck

So I got my first 24 shots developed for my portrait a day project this year and I love them! I really can’t wait to have all 365

I like to think I’m an artist of the mind. I think of beautiful things, you just can’t see them yet.

Have you ever thought of your feelings as tangible things? It’s a weird thing to imagine really. How hot your anger can really get, how cold sadness really is and how warm and inviting happiness can be. We’re so used to thinking of our emotions as just things we feel inside us, but we do actually feel them. Right?

Is eloquence the language of love? Is the epitome of romance the way one effortlessly strings together words and phrases to convey beauty? But I feel like all these words are weightless. Yes they are beautiful but are they real, do they hold any value? Words are like an outer layer of beauty to thoughts. Like “make-up” for your mind except at times they can’t help you make up your mind. I just hope people realize there is a deeper beauty to the wonderful words they hear which are the thoughts that inspired the creation of them. 

I’m having the worst week of my life.

I’m the type of person that forgets all my problems in my sleep. No matter how heavy the problem, I know by morning it won’t weigh on me as much. There is something about waking up everyday that just clears my mind of every worry. Maybe it’s the fact that I have another day to make things better.

“The thing I love most about October is that people become the season. Their colors change, their leaves fall, and it happens the same time every year.”

I often think too deeply. Sometimes it’s a good thing and sometimes it’s a bad thing. Though I am glad that I do use my mind because most people don’t think at all these days.