I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Way in Monet’s Garden at Giverny, Claude Monet.
|—||Meet Joe Black (via dolorpersona)|
You are composed of the prettiest
things, inside and out, and I miss
the point of why you trouble, why
your tears pull and cry for the
missing of another, clearly he
doesn’t see, it doesn’t phase, he
finds the worth in not being within
your gaze, but nothing comes to