I do not know what you mean there underneath yourselves, you are not happiness

Nè gli occhi ai noti studi io rivolgea, E quelli m’apparian vani per cui Vano ogni altro desir creduto avea.

Sunday, December 11

gonna wash my hands of you

Posted by adieu tristesse at 14:18

adieu tristesse: rain, prose, poetry, sensation, ambiguity, closeness, skin, sunlight, the night, fog, music, calm, passion, wind, exploration, the unique, the smell of wood, blue; all shades – specifically clear and somber tones, thick wet nights, warmth, the sea, sleep, sheets warmed by bodies, wit, dark humour, tea, isolation, the sun, the moon, atypical knowledge, dark and pensive individuals, abandonment of reservations, the perfect interlaced moments, a disregard for the judgment of others, tennis, the smell of campfires, vagabonds, freedom from oneself, islands, intricacies, the sky, lightning and thunderstorms, solipsism, the formulation of lies and stories, books, artistic inclinations, manipulation, charisma, energy, the smell after spring/fall rain, orchids, logic, irrationality, gesticulations, umbrellas, art: paintings, sketches, silkscreen prints, sculptures, found objects, photography, installation pieces; beauty, museums or empty galleries, heights, bridges, life

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