Madeline was the only woman I ever loved. She had colors tattooed across her ribs; she thought it made her part xylophone. I got lost with men. Lost in the, “I’ll keep you safes,” and broad shouldered embraces. Women were different, softer somehow. For lunch Madeline ate chunks of moon with jam. She was as unreachable, as I was human. I told my mother when I died I wanted Madeline to receive all of my empty journals. She would fill them with my lost adventures.
What am I in the eyes of most people: a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person. Somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then. Even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.
That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion.
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” —Vincent van Gogh, Letter to Theo, 1882 (via artpedia)
for those who send me messages
and lastly for those who reblog my pictures
what was high school like for lizzie mcguire though
she goes home after impersonating an italian pop star and half of her class and like the rest of the world saw that she can sing and perform
did she just go to high school and date gordo and go to college with him or
what happened to lizzie mcguire