the Artist is present //
They say that all Art is an attempt
to make someone else fall in Love with you.
If that is the case,
I am the most amateur of finger-painters,
and you are one of the greatest to pick up a brush.
"…and still all you see is that bastard in me."
Athens, GA by me
it’s that lovely time of year to be chatted up by strangers asking about your “ink” and grabbing you without warning
It’s hard to be patient…,
but I must remember that your ways are different
“He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.”
dream date: black coffee and fresh cigarettes while listening to paul baribeau