boys= nasty and dress bad
me= somehow still likes boys and is disappointed in myself and thinks i should do better
Léa Seydoux, photographed by Nan Goldin for V magazine, winter 2013.
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.
The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.
very bad at missing people properly
You belong here, not because you are lovely but because you are more than that.
Stop wishing you had
you could take more hits.