One must be drunk always. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time that...– Charles Baudelaire
How do you say “Wow, I’m so glad you’re actually not in my life anymore and fuck you” politely?
For art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality...– Walter Pater
Want sun. Want sand. Want spring. Want summer.
Please lord Jesus, no more sleeping in 4 hour shifts…
Life seems to me like a crisp apple which I enjoy biting into - young teeth...– Paula Modersohn-Becker, 1899