yellow socks.

There is no shame in changing your outfit, changing your favourite song, changing your morals or changing your mind. Learning and growing comes with reckless decisions, outbursts of chance and unavoidable change. You assure yourself you're finally happy, and for just a small split second you're worries are gone and your heart is content, but then you change your mind. Your story can't stop with contentment, you're free, you're young.You're road doesn't end when you find a nice place, because somewhere laced in beauty, dripping with priceless fortune is along the adventures of the road in which you never stop. Never stop, not for anyone. You are worth every changed mind and changed heart, all your little changes can change your life. Never be afraid to change, there is no shame.

Never push aside the undeniable urge to embrace your inner youth, reach to the extremities, break the boundaries and touch every inch of the world that escapes the flood of everyday conventions. Take every possible moment to let the sun soak through your veins, ride your bike, run as fast as you can, hit the ground and roll in to all the friends you haven't met yet. Dream of all the moments you've never experienced and believe with all of your heart and soul that you have what it takes to make those dreams come true. Because everything you've ever wanted is hiding beyond the walls of your comfort zone.  

Does your heart ever abandon your chest to shake it's head with dissatisfaction at the state of your life? Pleading you to fill it's discontent with some pleasurable uncertainty. Coaxing you to stray from your constant routine of conventional motions, and for just a moment, feel erratic. These are the moments in life that I live for, the outbursts of ambition that remind you that your entire life is ahead of you. That you are insuppressible, unstoppable and 100% original. That in reality, your impetuous choices and accidental adventures, are what make your life fill to the very fullest. I say, listen to your heart. This is your life. Create a story that someone can feel inspired by when you die. 

Happy Sunday lovely people. The average person lives through 4,515 Monday's in their whole life, don't waste 4,515 chances to change the world just because it's Monday. Get some sleep, and start your week with a smile.

Who are you? This was a question that used to intimidate me. Like if I didn't have the right answer it would lead to a life long misery of mistakes and pain or something. Until I realised, that no one is you. No one can take you away from yourself, you are the person you decide to be in this very second, you cannot be defined. Not by a word, an action, a choice. Not by a mistake or an achievement. Who you are today, may not be the person you are tomorrow. In fact, I challenge you to change the utmost amount possible, in the next 24 hours. Because it’s not about who you are, it’s about the experiences you collect trying to answer that question.  

I guess it's not just my taste in clothing that has hit a modernistic dead- end and fluctuated backwards in a quick rush of a decade or three. In fact, lately I find myself re-living cinematic phenomenons such as the revolution of Heath Ledger, and The Breakfast Club, and singing iconic lyrics like 'life in the fast lane' and 'Bye, bye Miss American Pie.' Because in reality, it was the day songs were no longer about purpose, love or peace, and began the downwards spiral towards 'doof, doof' that the music truly died.

my tears were warm. i don't know why i took so much notice of that. but it was like my heart was pouring out of my face. but really, it wasn't my heart. it was all the hope, all the new beginnings, all my old feelings, the locked up memories, all the things i convinced myself i didn't still have in my head, the box in the back of my mind, i swear it was locked with a hundred locks then it got so crowded i forgot it was there. but then, it came running down my face in a hot flush without warning. my face was melting, and for just a few seconds i came to the conclusion that my mind had finally exploded. i was frightened I'd have to start from scratch, that when i woke there'd be nothing there and my mind would be empty. but that was too much to hope for. because after those few seconds, everything was still there. just messed up, out of order, in a pile on the floor in my brain and more confusing than ever. More confusing, more distressing and yet, why did i feel s...