hello new york.

a persons beauty can not be judged by their faces, yes, they may be beautiful to look at, but they are not the pure souls that we all strive to have and seek. beauty must be judged by the heart; no matter how broken or torn, it is

still beautiful. the memories of those lost smiles may never come back to us, but new smiles will be formed, and new memories made; we just have to believe in ourselves this once.

beauty on the outside invites others in, but the content of their heart draws people closer; and that is what we all wish to have, and very few people possess.


( i just wish i could believe this about myself sometimes. )