sometimes we need the freezing cold.
humans are such ugly beings. who decided that the word beautiful could ever describe any of us? we're all undeserving, and it's so powerful. who decides what's pretty, and beautiful and attractive? who chooses how a person should look?
he says "i think long hair, straight hair, short, no makeup, funny, thinks for herself, hates c0sm0, wears what she wants, likes to wrestle - beauty. Pure, sheer, wholesome beauty." and i say no, because i'm not fucking beautiful. i don't want to be looked that way. i want to be ugly. because sometimes the ugliest things are the prettiest, if only we'd look closer.
i say this all the time because nothing changes. nothing ever changes. i take the expensive, pretty things they gave me and i just want to take them back. use the money to buy the cheap, used clothes that make me, that i don't have to feel unworthy of. i'm not allowed to be spoiled. because it's useless to spend money on something i can get for free, just so i fit some deranged standards of society. i've long accepted that i'll never fit anywhere.
nothing is beautiful here. look, look around this place, there is no beauty. not until you take away everything commercialized. everything that represents your so-called attraction. until we destroy make-up and those designer jeans, until we hate human kind and what it stands for. until we put an effort into fixing it. because the most beautiful things i can think of, are the sunrises and snow, the thunderstorms and clouds. all the things that humans can't touch, wreck, and ruin.
he says "i think long hair, straight hair, short, no makeup, funny, thinks for herself, hates c0sm0, wears what she wants, likes to wrestle - beauty. Pure, sheer, wholesome beauty." and i say no, because i'm not fucking beautiful. i don't want to be looked that way. i want to be ugly. because sometimes the ugliest things are the prettiest, if only we'd look closer.
i say this all the time because nothing changes. nothing ever changes. i take the expensive, pretty things they gave me and i just want to take them back. use the money to buy the cheap, used clothes that make me, that i don't have to feel unworthy of. i'm not allowed to be spoiled. because it's useless to spend money on something i can get for free, just so i fit some deranged standards of society. i've long accepted that i'll never fit anywhere.
nothing is beautiful here. look, look around this place, there is no beauty. not until you take away everything commercialized. everything that represents your so-called attraction. until we destroy make-up and those designer jeans, until we hate human kind and what it stands for. until we put an effort into fixing it. because the most beautiful things i can think of, are the sunrises and snow, the thunderstorms and clouds. all the things that humans can't touch, wreck, and ruin.