l'amour maigre

caoimhe.
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'awww!'"

Posted 2 years ago

“the two eyes of even the most beautiful face are never exactly alike; the segments of an orange, the leaves of a tree, the petals of a flower, are never exactly identical. it would seem that every type of beauty derives its charm from its diversity.”