It’s four in the morning, I have to go to class in a couple of hours. I badly need to rest so I can find energy to go through everything I have to do today. But here I am, thinking about you. And it is the most helpless feeling in the world. I need to purge you out of my system but I can’t.

I am absolutely terrified of being alone.

saddest thing.

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.” — Jim Jarmusch"