A haphazard collection of written works, paintings, photographs, random entries, and the musings of a boy's own search for love, life, and birthday cake.
(this is the latest extension of his previous documented quest, AUGUST.)
Ask me anything.
I’m too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your time.
So you could come and get it from now on.
Here I am.
I’m so young.
I know I’ve been bitter.
I’ve been jaded.
I’m alone.
Everyday, I bite my tongue.
If you only knew my mind was full of razors.
I’m not sure I can take it.
I’ve nothing strong to hold to.
I’m way too old to hate you.
My mind is full of razors to cut you like a word, if only sung.
But this is my song.
(Source: Spotify)
Addicted to the love I found.
Heavy heart, now a weightless cloud.
Making time for the ones that count.
I’ll spend the rest of my time laughing hard with the windows down.
Leaving footprints all over town.
Keeping faith when it comes around.
I won’t spend the rest of my life catching my breath, letting it go.
Turning my cheek for the sake of the show.
Now that you know: this is my life.
I won’t be told what’s supposed to be right.
Catch my breath.
No one can hold me back.
I ain’t got time for that.
Catch my breath.
Won’t let them let me down.
It’s all so simple now.
“ You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; in just the same way, you learn to love by loving. ”
Anatole France
“ All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ”
Anatole France
“ I learned to make things not matter, to put a seal on my hopes and place them on a high shelf, out of reach. And by telling myself there was nothing inside those hopes anyway, I avoided the wounds of deep disappointment. ”
Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses
“ The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed. ”
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
(Source: billieisaguysname)
“ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. ”
Sylvia Plath
(Source: wordsthat-speak)
Come on in.
I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m in.
I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones that I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is I miss you.
Yeah, the truth is that I miss you so.
“ The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. ”
F. Scott Fitzgerald