- me: *wakes up*
- me: wheres my phone
- me: *rips off blankets*
- me: *hears loud thud*
- me: there it is
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.
— D.W. Winnicott (via aprill-showers)