It's not until you're lost, that you're found. You'll never find your way looking at the ground. Don't focus too much on the Who, the How or Where. Just enjoy the view, learn something new & have a blast gettin' there.


When I look back on my darker days it’s like art. Just as, if not more beautiful than my brighter days. Though I couldn’t see it then & I probably won’t see it the next time I’m down. The only times I ever found real hope were when I was saddest. It sounds strange. But my pain is the most beautiful part of me. I can’t pinpoint it & I’m not mocking myself. At the time there’s nothing beautiful, good or poetic about it. But looking back at it from the light, my pain was beautiful. I needed it.

21 year old me. 2/31/09 
Pages from old journals

It’s crazy, the things you give up for your friends, and the things they give you up for. Life is a trip.

Me. August 9th, 2009 journal entry. Writing about my high school “friends” and those ever present regrets.


Willow Smith made this Vine about her brother bruh


Here’s a handy dandy color reference chart for you artists, writers, or any one else who needs it! Inspired by this post x