alostcat:
I don’t know but I always get fascinated with unruly hair. That kind of you-just-woke-up hair. I got this let-me-fix-it-please feeling. This fascination started when I was in elementary, where I just stare at people’s hair during class, mainly because I was sitting at the back (because I used to be so tall I don’t know what happened). It could be a girl with her ponytail, with strands of hair falling along the side of her face, or a boy, with his hair messed up even without hair gel.
Next is, the nape. That white bare back of the neck. Or a brown sun-kissed nape – all except for the libag or dead skin residue that has piled up for years. Once you got that, I would never look at you again with fascination. Yes, I’m maarte (particular) like that. Except if you managed to clean it, of course.
Next are the nails. Those clean, short nails. I just want to hold their hands and stare at them. Or just stare at them as you hold your pen, or your mug, or your hair. Or when you flip your book. Or as you walk on bare feet.
Then the elbows and knees. Not the dark, rough ones please. My mother has been hating calloused elbows and knees since I was a kid, and she would always rub my elbows and knees that they seem to bleed. Then I developed the same fascination.
And glasses, I’m always fascinated with eye glasses. The way they fix it when they’re reading something, or when they take it off to rub their eyes. Or when they let me wear it for a while.
Sum these all up, and for me, you’re the most beautiful being.
I see these with different people – in public transportation, or the library, or at the bookstore, or at the bake shop, or at the classroom, or in office. And I just stare at them with admiration, wondering how they seem to be so perfect. They all look so lovely, no matter how they don’t see their self as one.
But I understand them. Other than a small number people I know, who would admire these small things?
We always focus at the whole puzzle, rather than its pieces. No wonder we always lose the last piece.
It's nice to know I'm not the only one who appreciate the simple beauty in people. Or in other words, I'm glad I'm not the only creepo out there that stares too long at people. And to my dear lurkers (if there is any), here's a little gift for you from me (sincerely from tumblr):
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