listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.
Types of Girls: sky edition
Star girls: loves rose gold and glittery makeup, always down to have fun, thrives on excitement, stands up for their friends, self doubt, a night owl, glowing skin
Moon girls: always appears serene, doesn’t like to reveal true feelings, the mom-friend, knows how to make you feel better, sensitive, may be fake-happy
Sun girls: in love with adventures, obsessed with people they like, easily distracted, tries hard to fit in, likes picnics and roses, radiant smile, loves singing
Cloud girls: cute dimply smiles, can bottle up emotions until they burst, enjoys sunsets and lava lamps, likes creating art and photography, carefree
Rain girls: likes diaries and making playlists, easily anxious, feels at peace among nature, sad resting face, very affectionate, has an eye for aesthetics
mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
(…) a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
I wish I could care what you do or where you go but I can’t… Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
