beauty, like art, takes everything…sacrifices must be made for the soul to take flight
beauty, like art, takes everything…sacrifices must be made for the soul to take flight
walde huth, paris
fashion just isn’t the same…
je pense donc je suis…
but if i don’t think, then what? do i not exist…
confiteor quia peccavi nimis, cogitatione verbo et opere mea culpa, mea maxima culpa…
people will kill people until the end of time…we were born with such hatred, how else can we express our anger?
Maman told me marriage was a contract. It was simply business.
I am no better than that crystal vase. I must sparkle and shine but it doesn’t matter if I am hollow inside. You can see right through me…
Hylas was loved by all and desired by all…his beauty brought his demise.
there is no greater tragedy than to fall in love with oneself because in there exists nothing…
and so the princess was locked away from the rest of the world, to live without light, love, joy…to rot away forever without anyone to share the loneliness of death…
It does not matter who you are now…kings must face death in the end just as the beggars do.