There's something really appealing about the simplicity of black-and-white images.

Sometimes what someone else does is really not what you expected them to do, which to be honest, sometimes doesn't work.

I suppose the longer anyone spends on earth, the closer we all get to becoming superfluous characters.

Why am I doing the work I'm doing? Why am I friends with this person? Am I living the best life I possibly can? Questions are often looked upon as questions of doubt but I don't see it that way at all. I question things to stay present, to make sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

That's what life is: repetitive routines. It's a matter of finding the balance between deviating from those patterns and knowing when to repeat them.

I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness

My dad never blew anything up, but he probably had friends who did. He and my mom have always preached that the pen is mightier than a Molotov cocktail.