when you feel as if you have been healed from a blindness you never knew existed. When you know you’re not living just to live and wonder why no one else seems to care about this. Not in a religious way but a carpe diem way, sucking the marrow out of life. Quit playing fucking candy crush and go do something, read a book, climb a mountain, improve yourself.
being taught to imitate everything in order to learn as opposed to thinking for ourselves. When we write, we, for the most part, take fragments and sentences that we have read elsewhere and compile it all into a coherent piece to make the teacher happy. School destroys creativity. It corners it and snuffs it out as if it were a wildfire about to spread. We are taught to be “proper”, like ladies and gentlemen when we write and it is bad. This is not a good thing. Write messy. Write your heart, your passion. This is art, this is good.
It’s true I’m never thinking about nothing. You know me well.
this is the best thing ever. when he knows everything about you - your naked body, naked soul - and still loves you more than anyone else.
I like the thought of someone trusting me with all of themselves.
i am in love with this picture