I understand, and on some levels agree with the sentiment that the art speaks through the form/technique, and that faults can add to the honesty and beauty of a piece of art. However, one of the joys of reading is getting lost in the work, and all too often the spelling and grammatical errors in some of the works tends to rob the reader of this joy.
How can you even care for others if you can't care for yourself? What makes us think sometimes that love will magically fix all those things we could be working on for ourselves? cause a man who loves solitude you'll be competing with his comfort zone, they are dangerous they can make you happy and just leave but they are worth it.
None of us are whole or complete, finished if you will, we are all works in progress, at different points on similar (sometimes) paths. And I want someone who doesn't say "I want" so much. Can't believe it's possible to sound like a female neck beard but you made it possible.
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None of us are whole or complete, finished if you will, we are all works in progress, at different points on similar (sometimes) paths. And I want someone who doesn't say "I want" so much. Can't believe it's possible to sound like a female neck beard but you made it possible.
Image & Video Credit: BuzzFeedYellow
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