grimy (being weird with it)

you already know it's true. 

the drawings in your margins are better than they are in the sketchbook, so you tape them in there with the ragged edges showing. 

jeans breathe more easily with holes in the knees, and half the choir sings more musically at karaoke than the competition.

scars and moles and acne and stretch marks make better character design, and i hope i get old and my makeup gets caked into the creases on my face. 


you can measure flaws if you're a computer, but a blank face looks like a perfect lawn, unlucky without the clover. if your voice doesn't crack when you sing too high, you need to sing louder.


God made us in His image, freckles and - I stopped putting concealer on my dark circles a while ago, and brushed glitter on them instead, I think the world's grayer so we need more color, more gritty shine and greasy blush -

our faces are human but our souls are incomprehensible. stardust is overused, but we are inherently undefinable. 


spray paint clothes for a one time costume and say things that don't make sense-

that you feel like a sweater or a kicked dog when sad isn't enough, or that the whole world is singing your name. make the reference anyway because let's be honest, who's buying that movie off youtube?


use the candles you've been hoarding because you can't bring them with you

i know i think about death too much but i’ve been trying to talk at people as much as i can because are people going to really care if you were ironic? 


be cringe, be free, restart the song three times because you weren't imagining the music video in your head right the first two.


we aren't bags of chips, and my hair looks better when i sleep on it wet anyway.


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