We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.
I really believe it's the moments we can't talk about that become the rest of our lives. It's the moments we can't process by telling a story that destroy us in the end.
Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.
The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.
When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.
The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.