Monday, 25 February 2013

everywhere i look, i see beautiful people. maybe not in the cultured sense of the word "beautiful"; but in the raw sense of beauty. beauty in the subtle curves of a stomach straining against a cotton shirt; beauty in the rapacious stabbing nose of a sullen, weary face, embedded with crystals of drowsy indifference; beauty in the shuffling gait of the swollen, purple veined, throbbing ankles of paper and tissue, anxious yet so excruciatingly slow and cautious.

there is just so much interesting, and beautiful and intriguing that there is




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