I am not in love with people who have fantasies
they trivialize the beauty of the world right in front of us
I am in love with real people
I love seeing people whose skin is off, whose soul is
burnt raw
the ice cold bitter air cuts them and they feel it
I love tender hearts who seem themselves for their own
beauty and brokenness
and beyond that, their own mediocrity
because we are all not clichès
but we are so **** beauitful because of it.