Tag Archives: beauty
“Why don’t you go back, if you miss it so much?” she asked. “Living somewhere beautiful is too hard,” he replied. “Much easier to live in squalor. At least that way you won’t miss it when it’s gone.” She pursed her lips. “You’re a bit of a downer when you drink, aren’t you?”
“Why do you write such crap these days,” she asked, looking up,“when we both know you can write so beautifully?” He shrugged. “If everything were beautiful, beauty would lose its value.” “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” she replied.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her. She looked down at her body and laughed. “This is nothing,” she said. “You should see me in writing.”