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i want so badly to be beautiful. i take so very much to heart. i really enjoy this one ben kweller song:
the butterflies are passive-aggressive
and put their problems on the shelf
but they're so beautiful.
he'll realize the only thing that's real
are the kids that kid themselves, and the demise
of the beautiful. What is beautiful?
i've just always been grateful for those lines of song, because really, what is beautiful? so many things. maybe the line should read, what ISN'T beautiful? because that would be less vague of a question. either way i could sit here and analyze beauty from its opposite but that wouldn't change the facts.
i want to write a million and one books, novels, and mysteries. i have way too much bottled up passion and i don't even what to do with any of it, and i'm sick of ignoring it. i don't want to be held back and i love finding beauty in dirt. it is due time.
i am in love with you, william benjamin colonna. that is not an annoying or mushy statement; it is simply fact and i can't help it. i need your arms around me when i cry the way i did tonight, and i need to take the way you look at me when i say something out of the clouds and put it in a jar. God gave me someone who perfectly balances out my goods and bads with his own. i do believe that you are the only person i am to spend the rest of my life with, because when i kiss your lips or look at the half-smile that forms on your face at any given moment, it seems as if there really are a set of the same fingerprints in this world. and when you hold someone's hand and it fits as perfectly as you can imagine, you just know. it's reality, and in that case, i love this crazy world in which i don't even live.
the butterflies are passive-aggressive
and put their problems on the shelf
but they're so beautiful.
he'll realize the only thing that's real
are the kids that kid themselves, and the demise
of the beautiful. What is beautiful?
i've just always been grateful for those lines of song, because really, what is beautiful? so many things. maybe the line should read, what ISN'T beautiful? because that would be less vague of a question. either way i could sit here and analyze beauty from its opposite but that wouldn't change the facts.
i want to write a million and one books, novels, and mysteries. i have way too much bottled up passion and i don't even what to do with any of it, and i'm sick of ignoring it. i don't want to be held back and i love finding beauty in dirt. it is due time.
i am in love with you, william benjamin colonna. that is not an annoying or mushy statement; it is simply fact and i can't help it. i need your arms around me when i cry the way i did tonight, and i need to take the way you look at me when i say something out of the clouds and put it in a jar. God gave me someone who perfectly balances out my goods and bads with his own. i do believe that you are the only person i am to spend the rest of my life with, because when i kiss your lips or look at the half-smile that forms on your face at any given moment, it seems as if there really are a set of the same fingerprints in this world. and when you hold someone's hand and it fits as perfectly as you can imagine, you just know. it's reality, and in that case, i love this crazy world in which i don't even live.