The artist, whose sole creation was her perishable self
We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Typewriter Series #721 by Tyler Knott Gregson
The Naked City
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am.
I want you to crave me. From my lips, up to my words.