I have been experiencing this a lot lately. It's the most bizarre feeling. It's nice but weird. Everything that enters my senses is beautiful. Even the most obscure things are completely beautiful Everything from the sound of me keyboard makes as I type to the design of the room...
I hate judgement.
It ruins beauty.
I had a boyfriend who I thought shared my views.
He called a girl a tool.
Everything has its own beauty.
Even hideous things like death and war.
The mangled scar on my ankle is beautiful.
Condemned houses are beautiful.
Blood is beautiful.