found some extra, unused canvases while cleaning through all my old stuff… haven’t painted in years… now the latest addition to my wall…. missing NYC to say the least.
Someone will fall in love with you. Your flaws, scars, someone will. They’ll love you for you. They’ll know what you look like when you’re tired, happy, sad, angry. They’ll know what music you like, how you like your coffee. They’ll fall in love with you. No one else, just you. Maybe you haven’t found them yet, but there is someone out there wondering what you’re like.
You’ll meet them, I promise.