True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.
ATTICUSTrue art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.
ATTICUSShe was not for everyone but she was for me.
ATTICUSWe are made of all those who have built and broken us.
ATTICUSI think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.
ATTICUSWhat a strange world. We trade our days for things.
ATTICUSI worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.
ATTICUSLove her but leave her wild.
ATTICUSA sky full of stars and he was staring at her.
ATTICUSDepression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
ATTICUSWe, humans, are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.
ATTICUSShe had just enough madness to make her interesting.
ATTICUSThe prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark.
ATTICUSGood memories are my retirement plan.
ATTICUSShe was everything real in a world of make-believe.
ATTICUSIt was her chaos that made her beautiful.
ATTICUSShe conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
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