Salute.

I realize it’s not the rich and famous that inspire me –
It’s the people who are so unmistakably comfortable in their own skins; enough to acknowledge that they’re lost, but they’re fine.
It’s the people who breathe in the beauty in the finer things. Clouds. Sunlight. Laugher.
It’s the people who embrace the weirdos in them, throw caution to the wind and go full out weird.

 

 

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