I have an addiction to beautiful things.
I'm helpless about my addiction to beautiful things. Its a perilous addiction. Destructive. My beautiful demise. Its a dreamy thief. I love it a bit too much. Its a tragic bliss. It causes me to realize that reality needs Photoshop. It causes me to constantly hunt music. I recently found paper, fine artisan paper. I bought 18 sheets at once. Ridiculous.