Hi there, beautiful person, welcome to my profile.
So, the name. Beautiful Miracles. Yeah, there's a bit of a story behind that one. I don't really believe in God or anything but I believe in miracles. I believe that the world is a beautiful place and is full of incedible things. Incredible and beautiful miracles. Like the wind which messses up your hair or the rain that soaks you to the skin. The stars in the night sky which keep shining no matter what. The miracles of happiness, peace, friendship and love. Especially of love. Whether it's between a man and a woman, or a man and a man, or a woman and a woman or whatever. It's still love. It's still irrational, all consuming and definately worth fighting for. But most of all, it's a miracle. A beautiful miracle.
Quotes by BeautifulMiracles
Have you ever hated someone so much that you forget who they
are?
You just lose sight of their chasrcteristics, what makes them
them, underneath all of the pain and the anger and the hatred.
Because that's all you can see, the hatred. Nothing else
exists.
And it's funny, 'cause the only person I've ever
hated that much
is myself
I wanted to know what it was about
me that made that baby in the shop stop babbling and made his Mum
shift uncomfortably, that made the lady on the checkout feel like
she had to made comforting, sympathetic small talk with me, so
when I got home I spent a long time looking in the mirror, tyring
to work out what it was they saw. But when I looked into my eyes
I didn't see anything. Nothing. And that got me thinking,
what if that's what they saw too?
By day she was
a bundle of restless energy
windswept messy hair
an abundance of freckles
chipped nail polish
and bright eyes above
smiles and carefree laughter
By night she was
silent and vaccant
dark empty eyes which see nothing
except for things which are
equally as dark and empty
which is to say
everything