Vincent Van Gogh - da una lettera a Theo
…And now that you
are making your own days, so to speak,
even if no one reads you but me
you won’t be depressed. Not
everyone can look up, even at me. It
hurts their eyes.
“Oh Sun, I’m so grateful to you!”"
When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.
But it also devours."
— Carver, Raymond. Late Fragment (via rabid-glow)