That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
I’m working on not immediately closing off when someone talks to me.
Because I’m so used to assuming “Oh, they don’t like me. They’re only talking to me because they need something,” and then I just kinda shut the conversation down and do my best to not get too involved.
But I think I’m a pretty rad person, and I don’t need to do that. It’s okay to be open with people, and it’s cruel of me to close them off so quickly.
I want to share myself with people.