Paolo Patrizi, Starlings
Rome in winter, shortly before dusk, means one thing: wheeling, elegant flocks of starlings – murmurations – performing extraordinary aerial ballets that, from a distance, look like ink smudges.
it’s good to be young but let’s not kid ourselves
it’s better to pass on through those years and come out the other side
with our hearts still beating
having stared down demons
come back breathing
people were mean to you
but i always thought you were cool
OH MY GOD YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS. THANK YOU THANK YOU...
ESTP: super attractive physically but it’s all downhill from there. never quite know what they’re going to do next but...