I passionately hate the idea of being with it; I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.
-Orson Welles
When You Know.
You wake up, splayed out, with each limb pointing a different direction, drool on your face, your shirt halfway above your not-so-toned stomach, there’s sleep in your eye, you have morning breath and your makeup is smeared down your cheeks…then he says, “good morning, my beautiful girl,” and gives you a kiss.
…that’s when you know :)
