Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

18. New York. Theatre. Music. Friends. Driving. Animals. Randomness.

I don’t know who I am and neither do you so don’t talk shit and let it, whatever it is, go. The only things l will ever ask you for are honesty, respect, and a lighter because I always seem to lose mine. I’ve done things that have made me aware and alive in a way you could never understand, but I know that I haven’t experienced everything, so I don’t act like it. There is a lot left to learn, and with every day that I breathe I’m subconsciously learning and changing. If you knew me yesterday, you don’t know me today, and that is just how I am. And on some real shit, the only thing that’s important is that I live life on the path that I chose, and you can either come along for the ride, or say no and choose your own.

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