Where does anyone really start?
I’m here. I live. I breathe.
These things all true, and yet not at all.
22 years old. photographer. artist. designer. pursuer of the unknown. with no path to follow. and absolutely, without a doubt, on the brinks of insanity.
I am a beast of the night. I prey on the sun-dwellers, and yet still crave any ease of life.
I beg to be free from this hell, the hell caused by my own mind, and yet still crave every inch of it.
I have lived in many places. seen the unseen. and known the unwanted.
there are very few things that i can say that i love but several that i can say i admire.
trees. cameras. paint. pencils. music. friends. imagination. traveling. tea parties. indie films. meeting strange people. england. vampires. venturing to new places. piercings. wonderland. books. cigarettes. sewing. food. fashion. exploring the mind. tattoos. wizards. expression. insanity. photography. philosophy. nature.