my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween
(via imaginarydaydream)
“Love? What is love?” he thought.
“Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.” These thoughts seemed to him comforting. But they were only thoughts. Something was lacking in them, they were not clear, they were too one-sidedly personal and brain-spun.
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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901) was a French artist, and he was one of the most well-known painters along with Cézanne, van Gogh, and Gauguin. He is known for his fearless sketch strokes and colorful works of art.
When Toulouse-Lautrec turned 13, he injured his legs and the lower part of the body stopped growing. Perhaps because of his height, Toulouse-Lautrec liked to sit back, observe, and draw people, rather than being socially active. Although his art career span was less than 20 years, he created about 7000 piece of art.
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When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.
That is the ocean I want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.
I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.
Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?
I don’t wish I was in your arms,
I just wish I was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.

