An older pencil and charcoal drawing of mine, that I dug up for Halloween.
dug up
Get it?
Because she's a skeleton..?
Okay I'll leave now.
But all jokes aside, I really believe that true beauty is not perfection.
I feel like you need a bit of darkness to make the light really shine.
True beauty, to me, is the shadows of tall trees, on a road covered with the orange light of the sun before dusk.
It is the ruffled feathers of a bird who just survived a storm.
It is the lines of a life well lived on an old man's face.
Beauty is not prettiness.
Beauty has no definition.
It can't be possessed. It just is.
Namaste