l'esprit de l'escalier
Please excuse the constant reveries and lapses of thought. My words aren't sincere, my mind isn't clear, and nothing I do will ever be art. Just like the moon, part of me will always be hidden away. Off-tract. Off-center. Off-scale. Off-beat.
I give a fuck. I give lots of fucks, actually. I’m a prostitute of feelings.
― Unknown (via
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
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