August 8, 2009

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  I've never understood pictures such as those (forgive me iconsatmidnight, if you happen to stop by; nothing against you). "Look! It's beautiful and happy and perfect." I've never understood the appeal in such things.

  I like cloudy, windy days, where the scent of air is heavy and the actual precipitation is light enough.

  I like sad songs, questioning and shaking with emotion, as if the soul could save the mind.

  I like the damaged objects which have faced so much wear and tear and still maintain in one piece. Objects which tell more story than they can actually say.

  I like greasy skin, pasty and pale complexion, an awkward figure, and a weight that can't stay constant.

   

  "Perfection" is over-rated. The imperfect are far more interesting and varying. Why be boring?

   

   

   

   

  No matter how many ways I look at that entry (maybe it's more in light of these past few days), I like it. From April 19ᵗʰ, this year.

  Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self worth. Each of us has something to give that no one else has.

  --Anonymous
  http://www.accept.co.nr/

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