- our love wasn't the sun and the stars, but it wasn't bullshit either
- so therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
- i mean, i hope you're happy, but the sky is still the sky without you
- the axe forgets, the tree remembers
- there is nothing softer than your heart
- regret sticks around longer than failure
- failure is a bruise, not a tattoo
- people are meant to be part of your world, not the center of your universe
- art is a line around your thoughts
- move on, you can't keep watering dead flowers
may 19 2015 ∞
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