René François Ghislain Magritte (21 november 1898 – 15 august 1967)
Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present.
"(insert female here) was just a normal girl until a dark, mysterious, handsome boy entered her life"
[slamS BOOK SHUT, THROWS IT ACROSS THE ROOM, BURNS IT]
please don’t make me excited for something and then just cancel it