Aesthetic

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"And I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp."

but

I want to be loved

and the world wants to love soft things

not cruel and violent things

and for once i think.. it hurts to be what i want to be

i've heard them say that

but i want to be loved so much; i do not know how it feels like, so

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow”

but the flowers, will have been invented; and they shall be only a mere mirage

forgive me;

“Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?”

shall I like myself softer and prettier?

is it better that way?

anne of green gables (1985) // demian by hermann hesse (1919) // irish pond by jim mcglone (2005) // hummingbirds by mary oliver (1994)