Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

19. New York. Theatre. Music. Friends. Driving. Animals. Randomness. Sunsets. Photography. New Jersey. Lazy Sundays. Workaholics. Horror Movies. Singing. Laughing. Alcohol. Marijuana. Hopeless Romantic.

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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