twenty something lover of all things visually appropriate. One day I'll travel to fifteen places around the world and capture them on exactly twenty disposable cameras. Sometimes I have too many thoughts for my own good but that never hurt nobody so I guess that's OK, yeah?
Told me you love me, that I’d never die alone.
Hand over your heart, let’s go home.
Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs.
I’ve always been known to cross lines.
It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess. … I think of few heroic actions, which cannot be traced to the artistic impulse. He who does great deeds, does them from his innate sensitiveness to moral beauty.