“I wear myself out trying to render the orange trees so that they’re not stiff but like those I saw by Botticelli in Florence. It’s a dream that won’t come true.”

Do not measure yourself by success, failure, or a degree. Measure your life by the dreams you have.

Everything ceases to fade Leaving my soul all the pain.

To attain success everyone speaks about consistency, don’t give up & patience but no one talk about the start.

Take a moment to look back. Change the process slightly from your discovery. Start again.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

It has been the craziest year filled with so many adventures, amazing friends, accomplishments & memories.

They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.

I want to see our demons complement each other for the rest of our lives.