The beginning of happily ever after.
                                       

“My friend musters every bit of New Age jargon she can fit onto her tongue and says,

 ‘What if you are the love of your life?’

 I think, ‘Oh my god, I hope that’s not true,’ because I am absolutely not my type.”

                                       Poem from Andrea Gibson.

What a tragedy it is,to not be your own type.



To go out looking for someone who you cannot be!



To implicate another human with qualities that you yourself cannot attain.


You want someone to love you whole while you cannot even love the shape and design of your own body.....


Start being your own type.


                                                                                   -the wake.
                                                                                    Mystic Venus.