Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul. From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.
“Stop spending all day obsessing, cursing, perfecting your body like it’s all you’ve got to offer the world. Your body is not your art, it’s your paintbrush.”
Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul. From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.
“Stop spending all day obsessing, cursing, perfecting your body like it’s all you’ve got to offer the world. Your body is not your art, it’s your paintbrush.”
