At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.
We dream of the world we could have made, and wake up in the world that we did.
All the best bits of a film happen when I'm looking down at my phone. Life, is similar.
Smile sometimes: it won’t add years to your life, but it will add life to your years.
I want to avoid people, because there’s only one thing worse than being homeless, and that’s people who are not, knowing that you are.
Anything you want to do is possible; fear is not meant to prevent but to motivate your heart into the life you naturally think is improbable.
I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people’s screams. At night the sound of strangers having icy sex echoed off the building and poured through the broken air conditioning, like tiny daggers I couldn't see, reminding me of just the tip of what I was missing.
Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green leaves freeze from existence as children scream go faster to fathers who push them along in upside down bin lids, as they make the most of their schools being closed.
Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.
Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he'll evolve to become so skilled at fishing he destroys the ocean and kills every last fish.
Love is a grin, a look in the eye whispering what are we doing, appearing in silly arguments had for the sake of them.
People that talk about living in the real world don't even enjoy living in the real world.
When human men hold an object that makes a powerful noise, or has moving parts, or spins around fast, or has a button they can push (which either screws or nails something) they become Gods in their own heads.They can do anything: they can eat through walls and bring buildings together to form mighty empires.They can build floating cities and flying tin cans.But they still can't make their own beds.
Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.
My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.
The word begone is a Russian doll. A small, single word, which contains so many others; and when all the smaller words inside line up, they look like a bridge: Be Beg Ego Go On One.
Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.
Better to live dreaming, than dream of living.
All snowmen look to the sky, knowing their death will be delivered by the horizon. Before dawn, their life becomes the darkest. The moment before the sun burns all. The Snowmen go mental. Kill or be killed. I only just escaped the violent puddles, the sticks and stones. The broken carrot noses.
Ask questions then talk over answers, shout loudly you love everyone, try and hug people, confide in them that you are a sheep, offer them the last grass in your pockets. Then watch with a smile as they pretend you aren't there, and whisper you must be crazy, because you want to make friends.
I wonder if I'm being paranoid. I tell myself I'm not, and then ask myself how I can be so sure? I don't know the answer, so I go back to wondering if I am.
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