"Do you suppose I could buy back my introduction to you?"

Fuck anonymity. I think if you’re going to put yourself out there, you should own it.
So here is a snapshot of me.

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amyyy:

I write often. I share rarely.
This one is just for me. 
About everything and nothing at all. It’s funny how those two are often divided only by a fine line.

This is just fantastic.Sidenote: that handwriting should be made into a font, it’s incredible. 

amyyy:

I write often. I share rarely.

This one is just for me. 

About everything and nothing at all. It’s funny how those two are often divided only by a fine line.

This is just fantastic.

Sidenote: that handwriting should be made into a font, it’s incredible. 

Beginning Again.

Today is the day I start again.

I’m done living in the past, or the utopian version of the future I’ve built for myself in my head.

The things I want are out of my reach right now.
The things I thought I wanted, I realize now I don’t need.

It’s time to move on.
It’s time to grow up.
It’s time to focus, and be a man.
It’s time to write.
It’s time to create.
It’s time to think.
It’s time to feel.

I’m done with people, places, and things that won’t take me past where I’m at, and I am especially finished with things that will push me down below where I am now.

It’s time to make some mistakes. 
It’s time to learn.

I guess I should get a watch. 

This is one half of my face. Use your imagination for the rest.

This is one half of my face. Use your imagination for the rest.