Salt, pepper, candy hearts.

I will always love.
I will always skate.
I will always give hugs.
I will always learn.
I will always travel.
I will always dream.
I will always evolve.

I am always me and that's how I'm always gunna be.

Just live life.

I'm gunna play in the snow and take hyphy photos and juice every rad moment out of every minute in my life. I don't give a fuck. Stress can kiss my ass. I'm unstoppable.

Sometimes it only takes a drop of water to quench a thirst.

My day was dim. My day was grey. But the light of your face, blew all my clouds away.

Project Organize.

In the dimness of this homework tunnel, is a sparkling bright light at the end, and it consists of a sick pad I can call my home, a studio moulded by my hands, bright city lights out my window, having friends over for brews and skate vids over rad home made meals, hyphy beats and dancing on the balcony, eating lunch at every interesting spot downtown, walks on the beach, catching every good movie, and ending all nights in warm arms.

The moon won't let me sleep.

I need the lullaby of your arms.

Life.

If only each day had 24 more hours, and life 100 more years.

Freedom.

Concrete.
Sand.
Snow.
Water.
Sunlight.
Hugs.

Prisms.

Make mistakes. Learn. Evolve.

No mo midterms.

I have the freedom to think, and write again.

Peace, Love, Convos and Coffee.

If the whole world were like the Broadway Roastery. It would be such an amazing place :)

The radio once told me.

Never believe your own hype.

Never label yourself as something, or you'll start to believe it, and you won't work as hard to earn it.

Live and Play.

I will grow more responsible, but I will never, ever grow up.

They say it's magical.

I miss Montreal. I miss living at the Maison Du Pret D'honneur, taking the elevator down to the first floor, out through the Couche Tard and buying a beer on the way out. I would spend the morning at Peace Park, skating all morning, and work my way past the graffiti of St.Catherine's towards Berri Square where I would skate some more. I miss culture. In Montreal there's something new to discover every day. The people smile and have a youthful sense of humour. Everybody greets you with two kisses on the cheek and even the crackheads are jolly. I could buy an all dressed hot dog, overloaded with toppings, in a greasy cardboard carton stacked with fries and a pop for 3$. There is so much opportunity for creativity around every corner, and I wish I could go back with my camera and capture everything. I've been to places around the world, but Montreal always stays at the top of my heart.

Walkin.

Art Error.

Once a mistake. Two times a lesson. Three times a master.
Faster is slower, slower is faster.

Time is money. So take your time.

Differences make us the same.

We cannot be loved by everyone. But we can love everyone.

Bubbles in your eyes.

Life is determined by both fate and free will. We have the free will to choose our fate.

Sparkles in the night.

Snow sparkles. Fill my pockets. Like diamonds, that melt. Add mud and you are filthy rich.

Spandex on my brain.

The brain is a muscle. When it hurts that only means you've been working it right. It'll be twice as strong tomorrow.

Mushy soup;

I just want to nestle in your arms, and rub my face on your stubble, and kiss it too.
In fact, there's a lot I want to do.
But mostly, just lie and do nothing with you.

I want to hold your hand as I fill my head with jargon from a book.

Oh, when I get my hands on you.

You know what I want to do.