a long time ago i learned that a big part of your life needs to be undocumented and just simply enjoyed in the present. you don’t need to post a picture of the book your reading for it to be good. you don’t need to have a pic of you posing before the sea as proof that u had a good trip. there’s a very fine line between manufacturing moments for future nostalgia and honoring happy experiences by commemorating them into art. and it’s all about intention: do i want to take a picture because it would look good on ig or do i want to take a picture because i do not want to forget how insanely happy i am right now? or, preferably, do i even need to take a picture at all?

[image description: oil painting of a white wooden door, standing slightly open. The door has a metal handle. A sliver of warm orange and yellow light is visible through the gap. end id.]

I highly highly recommend whose afraid of modern art: vandalism, video games and fascism by Jacob Geller as well

‘ti voglio bene’ has a softness to it that ‘i love you’ doesn’t have change my mind

I have a bad habit of fantasizing at any and every possible moment I’ll start fantasizing mid conversation or while I’m reading a book or watching a movie I just shut down completely and fantasize for as long as I can in order to keep myself excited