MNML

Yo I'm just a kid who loves to listen, learn and think out loud. I like to look at both sides of the coin before presenting my own argument. I like to explore different methods of achieving the same thing, hoping to discover a new end result in the same process.

Creative? Nah, I like to call it being in the right place at the right time; having a vague understanding of life and how shit works.

Follow me, don't follow me. I don't care. This blog is for myself so I can jot down bullshit that comes to me in an attempt to de-clutter my thoughts and perhaps understand them.

As for my photography, everything I upload is raw and unedited. I like to experiment with filtration of light to achieve my resulting shots. Unless of course the black and white shots which are run through a b/w filter in Photoshop. Mostly though, my shots are unedited ^______^
Ask a kid who knows more than he knows anything.

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I’m sorry

Posted 1 day ago

“ If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living. ”

Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via cosmofilius)

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I want you.

fckyeahundergroundhiphop:

Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

The man

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