the hippie that killed them all

the first time I drove a car I thought if people were eggs I’d be cracked all over. and sometimes it is like that and you really feel as though you’re spilling everywhere, making one gigantic eggy mess

hold it together.

at seventeen each day is a stepping stone but the stones break when you least expect it. at seventeen you start to feel like everything is moving too fast for you.

there are no brakes.

you’ll have weeks when everyday is a bad hair day and you end up skipping breakfast. you’ll put your shoes on the wrong feet and trip out the door wondering how you came to live this way but

it isn’t permanent.

normal is never okay. dream so big you scare yourself because anything is possible and go break the clouds on your way up

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.