I can't help it.
I love the broken ones,
the ones who need the most patching up,
The ones who've never been loved enough.
Maybe I see a part of me in them.
The missing piece, always trying to fit in.
The shattered heart, hungry for a home. Know you're not alone.
I love the broken ones.
What can I say when everything has already been said better in song lyrics?
I'm an artist.activist.altruist. in no particular order.
I'm passionate about art, film, music, coffee, and causes that I care about, like lgbt rights, women's rights, and animal rights (I'm vegan, but I don't expect you to be.)
I try to accept everyone as they are. Sometimes I fail at this. But I always try.
I'm not perfect. I don't expect you to be.
If you've ever loved passionately and lost, you might feel like you're too damaged, but some of the most beautiful things are made up of broken pieces.
Kaleidoscopes. Mosaics. Collages. Hearts.