Not beautiful like a model in a magazine, or beautiful like a Monet painting. Not beautiful like a star in the sky or beautiful like a field of flowers. Not beautiful like a love song or beautiful like an angel.
I want to be beautiful like when you’re sad and it’s pouring rain outside your window, when you look out at that rain, and somehow everything, just for a moment, feels okay again.
That’s the kind of beautiful I want to be.
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