“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.
if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”

no offence but do i look like i understand anything

You don't know what some moments mean to you, until they pass and become memories.

I used to build dreams about you.

“I just feel so fucking empty sometimes and it’s so exhausting to feel nothing and everything at the same time.”

Art, music, books, movies, writing... these are all proof that our souls have the ability to escape this fragile reality

Do we really have to search for love in humans? Is it not enough to love art, the moon, the ocean, and the stars?