Usually, the looks in my eyes tells a different story. We all have stories that we’ll never tell. Screw beautiful. I’m brilliant. If you want to appease me, complement my brain. Impress me, mentally, not physically. I’m not that intimidating. I’m actually very nice, as long as you don’t piss me off or do something stupid. I don’t bite and I’m not a menacing monster. Making beautiful things is my destiny, I assume. Finding happiness and love is my Holy Grail. I listen to all the rantings of my mind and I try to follow all the yearnings of my heart.
And since you are craving for the truth, forget the diamonds and love the rough.
