Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

I really miss having time to dedicate myself to a worthwhile cause, such as raising orphaned Bats who lost their Mother’s due to habitat destruction and releasing them in to the wild. If I didn’t need money to live I would volunteer all of my time, no superficial desires or possessions can ever give me the same satisfaction as saving the life of at least one animal. These two Black Flying Foxes are Scarlet (left) and Connor (right) who I cared for for three months before they were released.