Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”

愛はそれを知らない人にとっては拘りだったり、執着だったり、時には怒りや憎しみだったりするの。 To people who do not know it, love can be obsession, attachment, sometimes even anger or hate.

Wenn du die kleine Hand mir gibst, Die so viel Ungesagtes sagt, Hab ich dich jemals dann gefragt, Ob du mich liebst? Ich will ja nicht, daß du mich liebst, Will nur, daß ich dich nahe weiß Und daß du manchmal stumm und leis Die Hand mir gibst.

The life of an art school student(and probably any college student with a challenging major)

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

I should have kissed you longer.