I’ve always liked my people a bit damaged, a bit rough around the edges.
A bit difficult to stereotype, a bit stranger than a normal crowd.
I like people whose eyes tell stories and who smiles and fought through walls
If you are perfect, chances are we aren’t going to get on if; you were one of those cool kids, chances are – you won’t like me.
You see – what I want is authentic, what I want – you see – is your purity.
I want to see the way you wear your scars.
I want to see how brave you are with your vulnerability, how emotionally naked do you let the world see you.
Your damage might not be beautiful but it’s made you exclusive; it makes you original, different and one of my kind of people.
Because people like us are one of the most incredible things about this Earth. The World.-