You somehow helped her move on from her first love by morphing into her second.
I prefer white noise to silence.
Because the emptiness of silence is enough to suffocate me.
I like knowing that there’s something there.
Not just an abyss of deafening nothingness.
A masterpiece is still a masterpiece in an empty room.
A masterpiece will not become less of a masterpiece with the lights out.
A masterpiece will not cease to be a masterpiece, even if no one admires all it stands for.
Those who don’t feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water, or take in sunsets like supper, those who don’t want to change; let them sleep. This love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. I, you, want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I’ve given up on my brain. I’ve torn the cloth to shreds, and thrown it away. If you’re completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep.
If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies; how very different our ideals of beauty would be.
I find it incredibly mesmerising when the most beautiful things happen unexpectedly. You don’t even see it coming, and when it does, only happiness can fill your soul. Every bad thing can never undermine the good that this unexpected event gives you. The pleasure, the love, it’s all incomparable.
It consumes you, and this consumption is awe-inspiring. Every minute detail is worth living for over a thousand times over.
It doesn’t come by very often, but when it does, it’s everything you could ever hope for.