I see beauty in disaster

“I love vacant beds and crumpled sheets, ladders in tights, and intertwined legs. I love bruised knees and protruding bones, inside out tights, and windows frozen in ice. I find beauty in spirals of smoke. I see beauty in disaster, in the chaos of a litter-strewn room, or a face dripping in tear stained mascara. I can’t explain why I find myself intrigued by these things, i’m beginning to think that theres no need for explanation.” – Unknown


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