a confession: i always loved you best with your hair falling into your eyes and your lips red with blood and your knuckles raw from punching. when you were angry, bold, on the offence, (the best kind of defence is an offence, remember). i understand that i should prefer a peace in you, but there is something beautiful in the way you light up with ferocity when the world tries to ebat you down, and there, in that spark, is the kid i'd follow to the end of the world.
A few shots from the Moscow’s Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts (click images for a better quality and higher resolution)
i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.