I often feel like if I ever need to explain life to someone, perhaps if I’m ever to encounter a dead person with amnesia, I will tell them that it is like constantly sprinting head first at a thick brick wall.


The Moments Between

In one hundred years, when your house full of worthless plastic crap isn’t worth anything, your grandchildren will be given the rights to your social media accounts, in which they will hold not only your image, but your contents in their hands.


Recently–or, more precisely, last night during my midnight exploration of Instagram–I came across a quote that really spoke to me, … More