Do you know what the good part is, Arthur, darling? You cannot make me un-want you. You can try but you are doomed to fail. You can try your best and it will still amount to zero because you cannot force me. You cannot force me into not wanting you.
I am full of unease, a strange, infernal agitation, which might be productive if only I knew what to do with it. A “creative” unease. Not of the body–not even a dozen passionate nights of love could assuage it. It is almost a “sacred” unease.
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
does anyone else have those moments where they just fall in love with being alive? like, maybe you’re in art class with soft music and you realize that this peaceful feeling is a part of life that you love and you want to just keep forever, and there are so many other parts of life too that are so wonderful and maybe existing isnt so bad after all
i witnessed the most fascinating thing today imo…my 4th grade art class were talking while they did their work and one of them was like “if you work hard all your life…….it means NOTHING” and their response was to all crack up and start running with this bit like. “you work all your life on an oil painting. the mayor comes in. he says ‘i didn’t even ask you to do that painting.’” they kept going giving examples of nothing mattering and laughing hysterically. they’re 9. like, we think OUR humor is depressing or w/e, how are THEY going to be
are you a stargazing or a cloud watching person? tea or hot chocolate? art gallery or museum?
She doesn’t speak too much but she leads the most intelligent conversations. She is a thinker. She has her coffee & books & music. She has her style. There’s some things so deep in her eyes. That’s why everybody stares at her. She has a beautiful soul. She has a power & she’s not afraid to be different. She is art.
sometimes life is just, so beautiful. art in motion. today while riding the bus i saw a randomized license plate that happened to say “CAAR” and i cried real tears
I drive past a green truck with the plate GRN TRUK every day and it makes me smile because, yeah man, it fucking is
Don’t settle for nice, for pleasant, for familiar. Keep looking until you find something that really moves you, that resonates with your core. And I mean this for people, for interests, for hobbies, for your possessions, clothes, music, books, art. Everything. Curate every aspect of your life, as much as you can. It’s in the things that deeply inspire us that we find ourselves. Surround yourself with truth, and you’ll have built yourself a heaven.
Coffee is not just coffee, it’s a form of art that gives you life.
