I’m a writer and trying to make that happen for real. The first book I wrote in 5th Grade was called “Doorway to Adventure” and it was basically a rip off of one of my favorite books, The Phantom Tollbooth. John & Jenny, a brother and sister, were in their bedroom playing because it was raining outside when their toy box opened by itself. A creature popped out of the box and told them it needed their help. The siblings were hesitant at first, but eventually went into their toy box - one of many doorways into this weird new world. They had to follow a map to get someplace to save the world. I can’t remember how it ended, but I do know that I set it up to be a sequel, most likely a series.
Everything right now in my life feels like that doorway to adventure. I just need to figure out how open the door.
"If I’m not following you on tumblr, I hate you."
In the midst of this life crisis I’m having, I constantly think about shaving off my beard or maybe leaving a mustache or not shaving & letting it grow. This is my Britney shaving her head moment.
When I wake up tomorrow to go to work and the world didn’t end please note I spent the potential last night on Earth taking a couple self portraits in secret while my boyfriend and roommate were playing video games downstairs.