I want to write letters with my own hands, i want to take photographs and send them in a postcart to someone i don’t know. We have lost the ability and the kindess of what it is to recieve a letter on your door. I want to write for someone in another continent and that they take 5 minutes of their time to read it and see what i made for them, i think it’s beautiful.. I’ll start to do it!
Tomorrow is going to be amazing i’ll go downtown to visit museums and librarys by myself!!! and on Monday i’ll recieve my ID :D yaaay!
I still see that little girl who dreams every night and hides under the sleeves and flies into another dimension.
Life is so beautiful and i’m so happy to be alive, i’m so happy that i gave myself another chance and here i am, i’m full with so much air, books and art
I’m doing my thing without expecting good comments or the acceptence from other people, I’m doing what i love and i’m growing up more and more each day, it feels amazing when you forgive yourself.
“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from Nausea