i was an asshole when i was happier.

born ugly.

a game with a set of rules that don't make any sense and aren't meant to let you win.

coming to terms with the word GOD.

it means what you want it to.

we know better

a five-year-old whine's to his mother, "I do know what love is, and I am in love." Whatever he is feeling, he will never feel it quite the same ever again. Everyone sees him exactly the same way, as naive. And yet we hold pristine memories of just these moments.

hope for whatever you can.

if things are really falling apart, let's make it the most glorious fall. let us glisten and float in the sunlight before we crumple into the ground. perhaps someone will bear witness before it ends. maybe they'll think something nice.

to arrive efficiently at where you want to be

1. start going in the right direction.
2. continue going in the right direction.
3. stop when you arrive.

there reaches a point where success is only buying into your own bullshit.

forgetting to eat again.

i don't want to design anything for anyone but myself.