The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Woody Allen (via observando)
The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Some people, they don’t put things behind so easily.
I wanted to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.