*dentist slaughters family in front of you*
they’re bleeding because you don’t floss
(via violinsbecometheteeth)
*dusts off entire photo album of selfies and shows grandchildren*
I can just imagine in 20 years people will brush off their old iPhone’s and click the Instagram app. “Now, children, this was when I went to the one party and that’s how your mum was conceived”
Since I got my new job, I can definitely see myself in the business industry, combining my art/photography with advertising and marketing is something that could make me happy while earning money. Nothing sounds better.
Being renowned around the world for what I do seems like a possibility for me. I can make this happen; if there’s a will, there’s a way.
I actually have a career bucket list, there’s so many things I want to be before I die! I have to do it or I won’t be satisfied with my life.
Nothing scares me more than the fact I might be on my death bed and will regret the things I didn’t do, rather than the things I did do. I want to live a fulfilled life, I want memories and stories to tell.
Is that too much to ask?
