somedays i just want out. then i remember the promise i once made to melissa- that i would try to be less of the escapist that i have always been

what would i do without mel mel and ser hua? 

valley of ashes-a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and rising smoke, and finally, with a transcendant effort, of ash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air

don't want to be mediocre, don't want to be an ashgreyman moving through the crowd. fucking hate mediocrity