when vincent van gogh said “but you must love with a high, serious intimate sympathy, with a will, with intelligence, and you must always seek to know more thoroughly, better, and more”
“I had not been myself for a long while, I thought. I looked like me and I smelt like me, but I was somewhere else, somewhere far away. It saddened me, the thought that life went on without me and people thought that that was the real me. This stiff, distant, blank person. Underneath my skin was so much life, so much vivacity, but no one ever saw that because I closed myself off and shut myself away.”
— Journal from 14 August 2017
(via lettersfromadreamer)
shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y'all.