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: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway.
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.