We all love someone way too fucking much.
Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.
Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty, you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling, it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void, you have nothing in your head save white light.
I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.