I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and
crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the
look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way
people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their
surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character
dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the
clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the
time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and
their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
(Unknown)
