Watch me disappear.
Tammy and Carl, like hundreds of thousands of people a year, came to Los Angeles to make their dreams come true. Sometimes it happens.
stolen from PostSecret.


He watches the sun rise, watches the sky turn gray, silver, white, he watches the sky turn pink and yellow, he watches the sky turn blue...
I do not believe that one could live, consciously, boring lives.
Cornflakes with Fruit
Only as a person with no desire is apt to be. I am supposed to have the world as my plaything. I live in the age of the Internet and the amazing. Yet I find myself feeling like I have nothing to do at all. And I feel restless, only as someone well rested is bound to feel. I feel wasted, only as someone that is wasting time is sure to feel.
What could possibly take me out of this conundrum? Only thought, and ideas, for now, just seem pretty hard come by. Feeling jaded and out of touch. Feeling stagnant and slowly, even falling behind.
I'm living in the box, take me out of here. I'm living in the box, I need some fresh air.





