I guess I could be pretty pissed of f about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life...
Explanation:
An answer to a Deidara about understanding art
But he that dares not gasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
It was like a puppy. Love me, love me, love me. I did.
— Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out. And then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water. Like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies, one on top of the other. And then, in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It was so beautiful.
— I wish I could've been there with you.
— You were.
La regarde de travers
Mais la Seine s'en balance
Elle n'a pas de souci
Elle se la coule douce
Le jour comme la nuit
Et s'en va vers le Havre,
et s'en va vers la mer
En passant comme un rêve
Au milieu des mystères
Des misères de Paris.
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