I don’t care what anyone says, being intelligent is so fucking attractive. Like yes, tell me random facts I didn’t know. I’ll think it’s the cutest thing ever.
I don't know where I'm going,
but I refuse to stay here.
The journey of the human soul is not a ‘being’ but a ‘becoming’.
My skin is clear because I don’t let myself get caught up in the entanglement of love. My mind is clear and focused. I focus on myself and the determination covers my face in a practical glow. I am washed in the wisdom of Athena, who knew that nothing was permanent except logical routines.