☮ People need connectors, Writers, heroes, stars, leaders... To give life form.

Heroes of mine

• Jim Morrison 
• John Lennon
• Tenzin Gyasto 'The time has come to think more wisely, hasn't it?'
• Alex James
• Gandhi
• Philip Pullman
• Grace Slick  'Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable.'
• Pablo Picasso (currently the most interesting person in my life...) 'They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better'
• Thomas More
• Lord Byron
• Hermann Hesse 'Only the ideas that we really live have any value.' 
• Siddhartha Gatama (Buddha)

Ordinary people can be exceptional and change the world, so why do so few try? Call me crazy but I don't think it is necessary for so little to be done in the world. Call me naive and blame my 'teen angst' but I'd rather be annoyed and wanting to do something than apathetic and without passion/compassion or drive. 

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I understand that death  a part of being alive, and that bereavement serves a way to push  one's understanding of people and emotions. But this is taking the piss.

It's horrible, to have come home only for a childhood friend to be killed the same night. The day after - being told that David, my brother's dad, has weeks to live. Both of these people were massive parts of my childhood and it honestly feels like I've completely lost what I had until i finished primary school. My brother, my friends, Heather (my mother figure) and now David - the only person who believed in my art and understood the things I wanted to communicate or do for the world. When I was younger I truly believed that art was the only way in which people can confirm their true existence (art being a blanket term for any form of expression), and the creativity is such a raw, honest conveying of being. David thought this, too, and together we used to talk about Jim Morrison who, to this day, I still believe is the most beautiful example of artistic autonomy. That part of my life will from now on be repressed memories or exist only in the mourning of people I have lost.