06-05-2010, 07:49 PM
I'd rather go without my legs than lose any of my senses. I need all of them for my career. I mean, I need to know what my food is supposed to taste like, look like, I need to know when the oven beeps when the cakes are done and I have to use my sense of touch to know when the fondant is soft enough.
I'd be royally effed over if I lost any of my senses. ._.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!