May 2013
“Whenever I speak with you, I end up dying more, a little more”
– Frida Kahlo (to Diego Rivera)
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone...
“Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we...”
– Andre Dubus (via tat-art)
