"He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace." I've heard Tolstoy's words a thousand times but never have they sounded as beautiful as from his mouth and they were never truer: a storm, the unfathomable intensity of craving for love, the hunger the thirst and all of it accumulated in front of me, squeezed into one human being that every night slept on my red couch. In this madness, I prayed for things to never change, to stay this peaceful, to him be cursed forever in this storm on my sofa. Timothée Chalamet 2018

A reckless girl had no idea that 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ethereal art would make her forget her constant anger and emptiness. A broken man had no idea that 𝒉𝒆𝒓 happiness would make him forget his sorrow. It was inevitable. It was forbidden. They kept it a secret. They didn't know they were a time bomb until the chaos exploded. Copyright © 2018 NocturnaComplexities. All Rights Reserved.