moving day

new host, same shenamygans.

unbelievable

ringz

i'm drooling. awesome design.

oh man.

so awkward.

that's it

i give up trying to be a musician... right about now.

everything in its right place

driving home this morning around two was rough. i'm so tired of studying. throwing things together that don't represent my inner perfectionism. i pulled out of the driveway of my friend's house and headed into the street. there were billows of fog. everything had a layer of dew. everything smelled of muggy spring. i rolled the windows down, turned up ok computer way too loud, and threw my hands out the window. i exhaled pure stress and just smiled. 

i drove home on streets made of clouds. 

inspiration

i know what i want. i want what i don't know i want yet. to be inspired. by the inspiring and the not so inspiring. to continually want to be alive, and to experience all of it. to remember, to move on, to renew.