<3No, not by any means.
He makes mistakes.
He makes poor choices.
He doesn't know where he should fall on certain sides, so he rides the line a lot of the time due to that indecision, for better or for worse, and tells me these things, knowing full well I might not always like to hear it, but knowing how much I appreciate the truth.
He can make me feel terrific.
He can make me feel awful.
He calls me almost-perfect because he knows I hate the word "perfect" by itself. Perfectionism is an ugly thing, all stiff and rigid with pursed lips. No one likes perfectionism. It comes from a stingy, mean-spirited place and serves no purpose but to make us feel terrible about ourselves and anything we create.
He seems to be insane to me, but I secretly love the edge I swear I can hear in his voice that says he's going to have to burn down a few skyscrapers before he can breathe again. I secretly love the wild look in his eyes that reminds me of hurricanes and explosions and black holes. I love that he's never satisfied with face value wisdom and happy lies. I love the way he sets his jaw when he's determined.
He is driven, intelligent, and knows what he wants and how to get it.
He is successful and brave, and makes me worry like no other.
(I never could have imagined him as fragile, but when I walked into that hospital room today and saw him lying there in that bed, hooked up to all of those machines, cringing at the IV in his arm, I felt like if I kissed him too hard or hugged him too tight I would break him. I never could have imagined him as fragile, but when he looked at me and said he really did love me, and he hoped that counted for something, his eyes red with what may or may not have been tears, all I could see was vulnerability.)
He is... almost perfect.
Almost perfect is perfect with me<3
(Speaking of black holes... I think I have them all figured out: the reason they suck everything up and so violently pull everything towards them is only because they're lonely...
Hmmm... new writing topic?)
Love
and
You´re Absolutely Beautiful ^.^
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^_^
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I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls. And from now until kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.
for your awesome pics and that you are sharing your Absolutely Beautiful face with me and the whole World ^_^
Thank You,Thank You,Thank You.......
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=====You Can Kill a TURK But You Can´t Defeat Him!=====
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I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls. And from now until kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.
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GriensThings
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we are the kids who feel like dead ends...
~ProjectImprove
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make a map of what you see; direct pain effectively.
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"Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone."
-Shakespeare Sonnet 66
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