Mathematics, possibly the most beautiful of creations. Few are gifted enough to understand it. These select figures are the ones who can believe in truth. When they learn the game they see answers, answers that are true. No other possibilities. It’s complex but they see it, they understand it, it makes sense. Then they grow bored and then they go mad.
Anonymous asked: are you danish?
Anonymous asked: How do I sell my soul to the devil, you seem to have some knowledge about selling your soul
Anonymous asked: You have one of the loveliest faces I've ever seen. Don't use it for evil purposes, please. Signed, Superman.
Just once, just only for once. I want you to take me somewhere. I want to go...– My diary or brain or something
It’s when the things that can never be certain have truths. There are no truths...– My brain or heart or something
I do love you, but you must know how much more I love the empty streets.– My brain or heart, or something.
geesebump asked: I like your bangs!
Two weeks ago I followed a man. He didn’t know that I had been doing so nor will...
When you train yourself to forget everything that has ever hurt you and then the feelings come back to you in tidal waves while you sit in your window reading a novel and a homeless woman below is screaming about how life is so beautiful. Then you start writing run on sentences about contradictions and how you’re putting yourself in a position to be romantically destroyed.
Anonymous asked: How can you afford to move/travel as often as you do? I don't mean this in a negative way I just think it's admirable and I'd like to do the same eventually.
A prince of all worlds, how do you let us all soar in these clouds that we can...– A drunk girl and her diary