however superior you may feel, you’ll never know what it’s like to bask in the world’s beauty

you’ll have to excuse his bad behavior. you see, he’s an artist and a tortured soul. he has the heart of a poet; a heart of glass. he may come across as strange to you but without him, without artists and poets and tortured souls, there would be no color in the world. no beauty. so let him be. if not for his sake, then for the world. for the flowers of spring, for the snowflakes of winter, for the dawn and the dusk, for the clouds in the sky. do it for the beauty of the world that people like you and i cannot properly appreciate without the guidance of someone who basks in it.