#misplaced note

„I’m always the artist, but never the muse.”

Somebody has to be the betrayer. It's up for you to decide if you're willing to take on the burden.

Would it be enough to exist in your gaze and under the touch of your fingertips?

I miss the era of the internet when the question we had to ask ourselves was “is it cake?” and not “is it faked with AI?”.

Sometimes I ache for the girl I could have been.

They say if a man were to look at Medusa, he would turn to stone. But what if a woman were to take a gaze at Medusa's eyes? Would she see her own hands crumble, or recognize Medusa's sorrow?

My body is throwing a temper tantrum because I dare to exist.

Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic … I think love is all around us, in the little experiences we share. When a stranger smiles at you, when you help someone out, when a friend hugs you, etc. I could give my heart away a thousand times and still have love to give and the need to receive love.