She’s so. She’s so. She’s so. Wow I get why all those love songs were written now. I understand how artists found muses they felt so passionately towards that they had to immortalize their images in intricate paintings. I understand that those feelings don’t have to be so lonely and crushing, they can be bright and revitalizing too. Not everything is a slow death, someday you will meet someone who brings you back to life in ways you never thought possible. And then you get to begin again, in a world that feels like soaring above the clouds. I get it now
















