I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once. John Green, The Fault in Our Stars  (via taylamp)
i am so incredibly sad.Â
When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you—a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own naïve impression of the scene before you. Monet (via belatable)
