What happens when fantasy falls into reality?

I think it's the most wonderful thing.

Everything keeps getting more and more beautiful.

Fear is interesting. It's not even real, it's fictitious.

Why the hell do we waste time fueling the flame to these fears of ours?

I get lost in my dreams regardless of reality. I'm not afraid of reality, I just like my dream world a whole lot more.

My world is full of surprises and fulfillment. There's no such thing as being hurt or feelings of hatred. My world is unconditional. It's full of love, It's full of peace.

So you see, this is why I can't ever seem to escape it.

It's full of every single thing that reality cannot ever be to me.

I am so lucky, I have one of the most beautiful girls in my life and I know that she will never ever leave my side. This is for Mel.

I mean it when I say I would do ANYTHING for you.

An oldie.

Oscar Wilde

I would give anything in the world to have a conversation with you right now. You were too good for this place.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

I've learnt the same thing more than once, as many times as it took for me to completely understand why it kept repeating itself. If you don't change and learn from your mistakes then all that's left is for you to experience the same thing. As hard as it can be sometimes, it has to happen. It's like a constant slap in the face. The burn is so familiar, but not familiar enough for you to think to turn your cheek away. Sometimes the last burn can hurt more than the first, simply because it reinforces the first and carries with it every other burn that ever existed. That's life hey, a series of unfortunate events. The part they forget to mention is what comes after these events, and that is something beautiful.

“If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.”

I can finally say 'fuck the future'. I don't care about yesterday or tomorrow. I really do care about today though.

Because if seeing is believing, then believe that we have lost our eyes.

Today I did some city wandering with my brother Steven and I purposely dragged him along so that we could check out some street art. From the moment I stepped foot into the alleyways, there was this feeling that just came over me.

It's unbelievable to see the raw talent that's captured within these walls and the feelings and thoughts that this artwork provokes. I was pretty moved. These people are so lucky that they have the talent to express their thoughts and the statements that they want to bring forward to the world. I love how their work isn't simply about pretty pictures. I love how it can mean so much to someone. Anyways, here are a few photos.

The fucking truth. So many people waste their words each day with hate. I'd rather spread the love regardless of anything.


I took this on my birthday...still my favourite place in the world.


This is pretty much how I wake up every morning. I wouldn't be here without her.

Jesus of suburbia lyrics really do mirror society. Listen carefully, you might actually learn something valuable subliminally or directly. Post modernism might be right about one thing after all.
And yeah I'm completely up at 3:52 AM thinking about anything and everything.
It's weird how if I find something really interesting to do online, this chair suddenly isn't uncomfortable. It's weird that you notice things but don't ACTUALLY notice them. You notice them for a second, then move on to the next thing that decides to cross your mind. It's like when you see something on someone's face and then later on another person points it out to them and you think 'hey, I saw that half an hour ago but I didn't think of saying anything'.

Most important thing

I don't care how good looking you are, that's no excuse to be an ass.

My mum just told me that she created my name when she was under the influence of morphine due to premature labor- made my day.

I don't want to sleep because then this day is over forever..

& suddenly it all makes sense

Thank you, you just inspired the hell out of me.

Are dreams real or are they this concept we just made up to feel as if we have some sort of purpose?

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