"It’s so clear you cannot help. And when you leave—and everyone always leaves—I will be left once more with an empty heart and no hope."
Starry Night over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh
"They say Van Gogh would eat his yellow paint because he thought that he would get the happiness inside of him. And people thought that he was mad and stupid for doing it, but he did it anyways and i don’t think it’s so crazy. If you’re sad enough that even the craziest of ideas might be able to help, then you should do it. It’s just the same as falling in love. You know, you could have your heart completely broken but you do it anyways because the chance at happiness is greater than the insanity of heartbreak. Everybody has their yellow paint, that little thing that could mean the end that they do because it’s worth it."
I felt like these two needed to be together.
Franz Von Stuck’s Lucifer and Albert Penot’s Batwoman.
It’s the eyes.
どんなこともしてあげれたら いつかはさ 見つけれたらいいのにね。
My chest is never good at saying the things I want to say the most,
I hope I can find the words, someday, so that I can give them to you."