"art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it"
with a new boy toy on the map, i've finally realized what my 'type' is. i'm not talking about what color eyes, or hair i prefer (although green eyes are my favorite, and i like spikey hair) but rather what type of personality i prefer.
artists.
i like boys that can create something out of nothing. i like boys with a vivid imagination. i like boys that can inspire me with their pictures, music, or words. i like boys that understand how beautiful and tragic and amusing life is. i like boys who think i'm beautiful, but weird. i like boys who have insecurities but never show them. i like boys who are willing to act like a kid again. i like boys who will pick me lilacs, and help me climb roofs, just to show me a new perspective. i like boys who will meet me any time of the night for an adventure, and challenge my strongest opinions. i like boys who take care of me when i'm sick, and ask for my opinion on their most important issues. i like boys who will dance with me on the sidewalks of NYC, and sing songs at the top of their lungs without a care about who might be listening. i like boys who can laugh at themselves, and teach me magic tricks just to feel like a kid again. i like them because they are emotional, though they do not directly express it. and i need that because i'm emotional, though i directly express it. i like them because they are sensitive, even though they don't want to come across that way.
there's a catch to artists though - they always see the flaws in their work. they strive for perfection, even though nothing can ever be perfect for them. as soon as they have finished something to the best of their ability, they have to move on. they need a fresh canvas; a new instrument. this, perhaps, is why it never works out for me. i need stability - consistency, in a sense - whereas they need the unknown. i am fearful when they are fearless. i am inspired while they inspire. i think long term, while they live for the moment.
yet i just can't seem to break the habit...
artists.
i like boys that can create something out of nothing. i like boys with a vivid imagination. i like boys that can inspire me with their pictures, music, or words. i like boys that understand how beautiful and tragic and amusing life is. i like boys who think i'm beautiful, but weird. i like boys who have insecurities but never show them. i like boys who are willing to act like a kid again. i like boys who will pick me lilacs, and help me climb roofs, just to show me a new perspective. i like boys who will meet me any time of the night for an adventure, and challenge my strongest opinions. i like boys who take care of me when i'm sick, and ask for my opinion on their most important issues. i like boys who will dance with me on the sidewalks of NYC, and sing songs at the top of their lungs without a care about who might be listening. i like boys who can laugh at themselves, and teach me magic tricks just to feel like a kid again. i like them because they are emotional, though they do not directly express it. and i need that because i'm emotional, though i directly express it. i like them because they are sensitive, even though they don't want to come across that way.
there's a catch to artists though - they always see the flaws in their work. they strive for perfection, even though nothing can ever be perfect for them. as soon as they have finished something to the best of their ability, they have to move on. they need a fresh canvas; a new instrument. this, perhaps, is why it never works out for me. i need stability - consistency, in a sense - whereas they need the unknown. i am fearful when they are fearless. i am inspired while they inspire. i think long term, while they live for the moment.
yet i just can't seem to break the habit...