think of nothing else but art

"what was your childhood like?" idk I wasn't there

all i can do is keep putting love into the universe

How much childhood.... Am I actually .... Like supposed to remember.......

listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already

the greatest gift you can give yourself is release. release attachment, release resentment, release pain, release grief, release negativity. allow yourself release.

don’t hold back compliments, it could make someones day

oh my god i just wanna move to a city where no one knows me and get lost in the streets and spend hours in corner cafes reading books in foreign languages that i got in second hand bookstores and write poems on napkins and leave them on my table for someone else to find and pass the night hours in an attic breathing worlds into life on an old typewriter and float in between paintings in art galleries for hours on end and discover poets and philosophers who lived hundreds of years ago who can show me that somehow humanity never really changes and to read and to write and to live and i guess most of all i just want to redefine and reinvent myself free of the influence of expectations society have of me is that really too much to ask

is anybody else in that weird state where quarantine is a blessing for half of you and your mental state and the other half of you and your mental state is being completely obliterated and destroyed. bc same

Hello I would like to be kissed on my stupid lips please