All I want is the kind of relationship where I'm standing there getting ready and I'm like "does this look ok" and they are like "no you looked like a fucking catastrophe, a piece of abstract art, a symphony, or a ballet." And then I'm really confused and they continue "you look like you are confusing, something I could never wrap my head around but yet something I can't tear my eyes away from because it's so beautiful and awe-inspiring. Because you'll never look ok simply because you are art... and you're not supposed to understand it nor is it supposed to look nice. It's supposed to make you feel something and you make be feel something... so so many things."
And then I'll get mad at them cause I'll be crying and my makeup will be ruined so then we don't end up going out and instead eat popcorn on the couch while watching Monsters Inc
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Thanks,
-donnie
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