I’ve been exploring the world with wide, curious brown eyes for my entire life. I always had words to describe what I thought about, felt about, and how I reacted to the world, but never enough for a decent story or essay or whatever. I’ve collected these notes my entire life, both digitally and on scraps of paper. Here are some of my favorites:
I can’t kill myself, there are far too many Marvel Movies I have yet to see.
I’m trying to fix my life but sometimes it’s like standing on a ladder on a wet hillside
Lady Gaga dresses yogurt-y
It’s not that life is too short. It’s just that it’s full of distracting pointless crap.
Sci-Fi thriller about babies bred for celebrities looking to adopt
I am an artist. I like to make things more beautiful, noticeable. Why is it that I am applauded for doing so for painted objects, but when I do so on myself using makeup I am condemned as vain? Double standard.
Fear is just a feeling. Fear can never kill you. But it can warn you about something that’s about to kill you, like spiders, or Ghost Face.
Marry someone who doesn’t care about your personal hygiene habits.
Dastardly is a word I don’t use often enough in my regular vernacular.
I love the illusion of being pursued
People are people who are people, treat them as such.
I think when we die, our souls sort of go everywhere at once.
Can one make money by auctioning off personal space?
I love Kaiju films, there’s satisfaction in watching humanity pay for their mistakes.
Follow your heart, whatever happens, just do it. It might take you down some questionable roads and dark alleyways, but eventually it will get you where you’re meant to be.
I hate that I don’t look like Blake Lively
What would happen if I published a novel and sold the film rights to a porn studio?
I won’t change my last name unless I marry someone which a cooler name than mine. Like Hiddleston, or Boyega…