“You are me, and I am you. You cultivate the flower in yourself, so that I will be beautiful. I transform the garbage in myself, so that you will not have to suffer. I support you; you support me. I am in this world to offer you peace; you are in this world to bring me joy.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh
I want that love that lasts more than a minute type love. The type of love that lasts beyond me and my partner.
When I was at work two guys came up to me to ask “light meat or dark meat” I was only 18 at the time and I was frazzled by what seemed like 20 something year old men coming up to an 18 year old to ask about my skin color preference. I didn’t answer. I still don’t know the answer. I think I’m biased. I see beauty in most people and things and that question didn’t make sense to me. Like why would I have a preference on skin color. Theres more beauty in a smile, or in how the light hits someones eyes, or even in how someone laughs. I like to think past the physicality of beauty. shouldn’t all people be appreciated for the beauty that they create simply by being?





