I'm Fourteen.
And although many people have much more hectic lives, mine feel's pretty hectic.
Photography.
Friends.
Birthdays.
Concerts.
Trips.
Decisions.

Music!

I love music it keeps me going.
I've been watching some movies that are quite interesting.
Some of them i don't even expect anything out of and then i watch and i think about it and i think about it some more.
Thinking is wonderful.

Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Interesting.
I had the weirdest feeling today.
My eyes were all funky and everything seemed brighter. I had to blindfold myself to fall asleep.
And right before i fell asleep my mind just went into chaos.
Flashes. Images. Sounds.
Nothing made sense. But i couldn't stop my mind. It just kept on going.

I thank God or whoever is up there everyday for small things.
Toothbrushes. Pillows. Dogs. Arms. Air. Lips. Life.
Just for everything.
Thankful.


















































































































































This is why i post pictures instead of writing.
Pictures you press the shutter. Do some editing and your done.
Its a relatively good picture most of the time.
Maybe not the best but an alright picture.

Writing, is difficult.
My thoughts are so muddled.
I often can't separate them into coherency.

metamorphosis 
profound change in form from one stage to the next in the life





thats about how im feeling right now.
things are changing.
and im either going to have to let go or hold on.
decisions

photoshoot with joy.
old camera.

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a lot of these she looks distorted but i think that you shouldn't always look perfect.
its how things really are.