Loving Someone, The 1975
lin | xxi | infj
currently on semi-hiatus
the head is too wise; the heart is all fire
I can believe in my own abilities or the choices of the companions I trust. But no one ever knows how it will turn out.
you shaped the century. and i need you to do it one more time.
you: suck my dick
me, an intellectual: sure
I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.