Love is pain multiplied by a hundred stab wounds aiming at desires, tearing them apart to pieces lost in ambiguous abyss of regardes and stares, meanings lost. 120 more words
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If you’re like me, you are a young maker with a desire to create wonderful and beautiful things, but find yourself struggling to start. My goal with this blog is to help young makers by talking about the mistakes and successes I have made as a young maker myself, with the goal of you on your en-devour to become a maker.