And the fools who choose beauty over individuality are nothing but fools.
Sure, light travels faster than sound; beauty strikes quicker than personality. But if you're one of the beauty-chasers, sorry to break it to you, your chase isn't gonna end.
I honestly don't care if you're beautiful; you have a nice figure, perfect sculpted features, flawless skin, luscious hair, no. Yes my eyes might pause at you, might even book a return ticket just to take that sight in. But the next moment, it's all over.
I am not going to be impressed by something you had nothing to do with. Something you got on a silver platter. Good genes— yes, that's what I am talking about. Sweep me off my feet by having an intelligent conversation with me; impress me with your words, with the way you carry yourself, with your character, your thoughts, your ideas, your nature— your personality. Things you worked on, all these years not something as baseless as the genes you inherited by default.
