I've always thought of myself as a drawing. I have flaws. I can erase them. I can add on better parts, improve them.
But once you paint something, you can't change it as easily.
The boy I once loved for his little flaws, painted over them with irreversible marks, painted with hatred and anger. He painted over the happiness he had, when he thought it was the right thing to do.
The colours he used were not bright, cheerful, but dark melancholy shades that hid him in the night.
I am a drawing. I am not perfect, and as long as I continue drawing, and don't paint myself, I will stay as myself, and being myself, is perfect.
kay so i dont really write and i just was bored and thought yoo why not so i wrote a thing.
i guess it's kinda like, don't let society tell you what to do and keep being you
this hits hard to home for me, being transgender and bisexual, i have to ignore a lot of what people say.
~leo
But once you paint something, you can't change it as easily.
The boy I once loved for his little flaws, painted over them with irreversible marks, painted with hatred and anger. He painted over the happiness he had, when he thought it was the right thing to do.
The colours he used were not bright, cheerful, but dark melancholy shades that hid him in the night.
I am a drawing. I am not perfect, and as long as I continue drawing, and don't paint myself, I will stay as myself, and being myself, is perfect.
kay so i dont really write and i just was bored and thought yoo why not so i wrote a thing.
i guess it's kinda like, don't let society tell you what to do and keep being you
this hits hard to home for me, being transgender and bisexual, i have to ignore a lot of what people say.
~leo