I don’t fall for people with astonishing beauty and class anymore. The people who make me look twice at them are now usually the ones with weird glamour. People with unusual charm and silly humour. People who possess inside beauty. The folk which other people would generally ignore and make fun of.There is weird energy I feel when I’m around them. The mixed feeling of contentment and bizarre. I adore their elegant imperfections and madness. They possess an affinity and now they are my family.
And with them, I feel infinite.