Flaws ensure a beauty that perfection can never hope to attain.
If I can ever con someone into falling in love with me, I want her to be afflicted by neuroses. Riddled with insecurities.
I will not be in love only with something about her, but the entirety of her.
That would be love untainted.
Profound, soulful, meaningless love.
Deep love.
Deeper than bones.
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3 comments:
such noble sentiments.......
Y'know,
It is not nice to be sarcastic to poor lonely medical students, especially ones as morbid as I.
perfection, i think, is what something or someone is, inherently, and not what you can make it by changing it.
in any case...
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