ur gonna get older and shake your head when you think about how you tried to force yourself into places you didn't fit when you could have just kept exploring. it's scary to not know where you belong, but staying in places where you don't feel yourself is not the answer.
& how many times have you loved me without my asking? how often have i loved a thing because you loved it? including me
Art is like when you love someone and your love for them spills over into everything they touch. Their ugly bag, their old sweater, their very ordinary car keys are all artifacts of their being. None of those things are very pretty but they sparkle with the essence of that person. You don't love them only for what they look like. An image is just a container for love with the façade of the thing on the outside—what's important is what's inside. Container, or should I say a portal into the world of that love?
How different things might be if, rather than saying "I think I'm in love", we were saying "I think I've connected with someone in a way that makes me think I'm on the way to knowing love"
nobody will be exceptional for loving you; it is natural; you are not meant to be lonely