Sometimes people are not who you thought they were and relationships end in ways you never anticipated and that is OK. I am learning it is better to keep your distance, say only what is necessary and let things die. It also seems the older I become the increasingly meaningless the phrase I love you is. I love you doesn't explain anything, doesn't act as apology and doesn't suffice for me anymore. When someone really loves me they don't need to say it, I know by their actions and can feel it without words. Very few of the people who said I love you to me have ever been sincere, but instead of being bitter I see it as practice to help me recognize the real thing.
I'm dramatic, traumatized, and self obsessed, but in a really sweet and sincere way. I'm in love with life and believe compassion is the greatest virtue we as human beings can possess.I'm madly in love with art and am at my happiest when creating something. I enjoy thrashing at shows as often as possible, going to art museums, drinking coffee at night, taking a good photo, listening to records and of course talking shit.
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