P E R F E C T I O N it is said that perfection doesn’t exist. it’s a common idea, and taught that perfection cannot exist. and i think this is terrible. because i see perfection everywhere i go. mix tapes, sincere love, happy tears. there is an extreme gap between perfect and flawless. for me at least. i see perfection in moments and perfection in ideas. it’s a state of mind. some people fit into my life perfectly. never say perfection is intangable.
IWANTTOMEETARTISTS: passion is essential. too many people are simply living, not enough are alive. forget about the plastics’.. the superficial. i want classy, i want trashy. give me anything that breathes with conviction. people who turn love into paintings. people who turn tears into sonnets. people who are afraid of life, but never afraid to live. thinkers, lovers, leaders; i want these artists.
H A N G F R O M M Y W O R D S: i’m in love with capturing details, words, beauty, ideas, moments. my life is a mess of all of them, an absolute mess. i keep them locked in this journal. i simply would rather live my life than sit at a desk and learn about it. i may not know every detail of the respiratory system but i still know how to breathe. and even breathing takes a close second to the circulatory system, my heart can pump blood, as well as compose love.
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