An artist who stops making art is committing emotional suicide. Get off the couch and start painting again.
She had curves in all the wrong places. She had a boob sticking out of her kneecap and I’d never seen an ass on the back of someone’s head before
She had legs that went on forever. And ever, and ever. Legs going on into the endless primordial void from which we all came from and to which we shall all return. Her toes touched infinity, her hips perched on the cessation of existence.
what a beautiful person
And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies.
|—||Monica Drake, Clown Girl (via cosmofilius)|
when you write a sentence and it rhymes
why does the picture make perfect sense
The Adventures of Guille and Belinda and the Enigmatic Meaning of their Dreams by Alessandra Sanguinetti