My looks are other peoples' problem because I don't have to look at myself.
This (San Francisco) is the most beautiful city in America, Probably because it looks nothing like America
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
I cut my hair so it looks like I just woke up all the time, so that I can be like, what year is it? I’ve been asleep since the 80s.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.