my name is joel. i am 18.
i like nicely written words, nicely taken pictures, and nicely made films.
i also like clouds that move through blue skies, white flowers, and when a cinema slowly lights up at the end of a movie.
i'm an okay person usually (maybe)
It’s 5 again, the air is thin. No sunlight through my window. an early drive to give up my time and think about getting out of these 4 walls. Long roads, late nights, One more month to go. Let’s leave this place. Long august days have gone away, and the nights of staring at the sky. No lying back in summer grass but this is what I chose. Remember this time spent With our best friends (this time, we gotta get away)