seeing as ive already explained that this is mainly for like art insipration & shit here, classifying i have no obsessions with “death” etc- ill give you a bit of background info on this genre of art
Romanticism began in the late 18th century and ended in the mid 19th century. The Romantic movement can be described as a style full of emotion and beauty with many individualistic and exotic elements, a time of surging emotions, and the supernatural being represented, eg. love (cupids) & fear (demons). Romantic artists often use melancholic themes and dramatic tragedy, in works of art, macabre is the quality of having a grim or ghastly atmosphere.
i just find it cooler than “still life” or “landscape” artworks
I could say that valentines is no big deal, that it should be no different to any other day, and act all chilled about it, all mature & tre cool, ... lul who am i kidding
monday, kind of nervous. not sure why, mainly because this year, it actually matters, it actually.. means something. this year, its going to be different. honestly ive never been one to actually experience or get involved in the festivities, rather acting like the grinch of valentines day. pouting & complaining about how fake it all is, blah blah blah, the usual girl in denial bullshit. lulz.
school organised roses will be delivered through the day, personally I reckon thats cheating. there will be the people carrying novelty roses given to them by a friend or the boys giving girls an empty way to gain brownie points. in a sense it could kinda screw up the point of the day, but in some ways, it makes me smile, because the grins on these girls faces show that for moment they feel like the girls you see in the movies, temporary delirium or not.
i have butterflies. shitting excitement. i legit can hardly wait. but for one reason. that when i arrive in the morning, to see his face, to see him smile, to know that my ‘valentine’, my everything, is as amazing as he is, to melt into his arms, to feel like a fucking story-book princess, because everything is so perfect, so so perfect, perfect. love. perfect love.
i dont care how gay or lame or naive im probably sounding i have cupids arrow stuck up my ass & im feeling all giggly & shit. come at me bro.