the joy of being human, or at least being me, is in the existence of the, if you allow it, lightswitch in our brains.
flick momenta can be found in a pile of snow covered  songs, in the eyes of a fellow psychopath (beneath a sweet blanket of understanding), in a green bowl of sun crusted grass, or in the arms of the one person who knows exactly what it all means - your(my)self.


"hello, angel.
im here to change your life."