it's ok, im a limo driver.

 

i forgot how much my life used to revolve around these two. 

i forgot how much my life used to revolve around these two. 

I always endowed madness with a sacred, poetic value, a mystical value. It seemed to me to be a denial of ordinary life, an effort to transcend it, expand, to go far before the limitations of the human condition.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via oh-to-be-a-work-of-art)