its too cold outside. angels to fly.


“She loved the arts, music, paints, nature. Hans Christian Anderson,
 Van Gogh, Tchaikovsky. They were her favourites. She loved 
Tchaikovsky because he made his sadness into warmth, Sleeping Beauty,
 Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, Symphony No.6. She loved Vincent 
because she felt his loneliness in his paintings. But she couldn’t
 look at his sunflowers for too long, the yellows stung her eyes. 
Feeling too much Feeling is too much sometimes. She told me how she
 thought it was weird you know, that all these people who created 
such beautiful things were so sad. How sometimes the sadness was 
so strong that they ended their own lives. Their last work of art.
She said she thought that most geniuses were lonely. I said I 
thought everyone was lonely. That even the Moon is lonely, and 
that’s why it pulls on the tides.”- The Unicorn Diaries 
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