FUCK, I THINK I LOVE YOU.
RECENTLY SOMEONE TOLD ME “I THINK I LOVE YOU” - THEY WERE COMPLETELY INTOXICATED, THERE’S NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THE STATEMENT WAS SO PURE THAT I COULDN’T HELP BUT SMILE. I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES THOSE WORDS HAVE ALMOST SLIPPED FROM MY LIPS. I DON’T KNOW IF THIS SERIES IS ABOUT HIM OR EVERY MAN I’VE EVER LOVED - EVEN IF I ONLY MEANT IT IN THE MOMENT, AS ONE OFTEN DOES. NEVER LESS, IT’S COMPOSED OF ALL OF THOSE ACHING, OR FLEETING, THOUGHTS THAT ARE NEVER SPOKEN INTO EXISTENCE.
EVERYONE’S BEEN A MUSE, IT’S THAT SIMPLE. I’M A WRITER AND I NEEDED CONTENT; THEY GAVE ME THAT. THEN, THERE WAS YOU. I DIDN’T NEED TO WRITE, I DIDN’T WANT TO. YOU WERE INFINITE AND I JUST WANTED TO FEEL IT, EVERY FUCKING SECOND. I FELT LIGHT, WHOLE, BUT ALSO HEAVY. IT WAS EVERYTHING. I DON’T KNOW WHEN IT’S APPROPRIATE TO FALL IN LOVE, BUT WE BOTH DRUNKENLY CONFESSED IT WITHIN 36 HOURS, AND I WOULDN’T TAKE IT BACK IF I HAD TO.
I DON’T KNOW WHEN IT HAPPENED BUT FUCK, I KNOW I LOVE YOU.
THIS STARTED AS A COLLECTION OF PAINTINGS, IT WAS THAT SIMPLE. QUICKLY, IT MORPHED INTO SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE. I BEGAN DOING TAGS ACROSS THE CITY - I WANTED THE ENTIRE WORLD TO KNOW HOW IN LOVE I WAS REGARDLESS OF THE FACT THAT NO ONE KNEW MY NAME. COMPLETE STRANGERS BEGAN PHOTOGRAPHING THE TAGS AND POSTING THEM ON SOCIAL MEDIA. WITHIN A MONTH I WAS RECEIVING HUNDREDS OF PICTURES AND I REALIZED THAT UNINTENTIONALLY I HAD PUT SOMETHING IN MOTION THAT WAS SO FAR BEYOND MYSELF.
“FUCK, I THINK I LOVE YOU” IS A BRAND. A WAY OF LIVING. ART.
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