The world is fucked and politics, greed, and corruption is fucking it up
I am so deprived of graphic novels that I am about to lose my mind. Someone please buy me 100 Batman graphic novels that I haven’t read yet and maybe like some new series of other things while you’re at it
In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.
I am a sunflower in a patch of roses,
I stick out like a sore thumb,
a metaphor, a simile,
I am the unconventional story in an ordinary life,
I am the darkest colors in a room full of white,
I desire nothing more than authenticity,
I value nothing more than originality,
I am the lonely lover of all things unique,
feed me your passion and I become inspired,
I glorify madness, and I grasp onto joy,
I am an individual,
one who has no label, one who has no attachments,
one that lives for the distinct differences in existence.
I am the loud noise in a quiet room,
the cold gust of wind on a hot summer day.