beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses
Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.
Leah. 19. Romantic cynical idealist. Writer & poet. Film addict & literature enthusiast. English major. This blog is a mess of music, TV, movies, literature, poetry, and art. Currently reading: Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk.
I'm not sentimental— I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last— the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.