You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.
You are allowed to like tattoos, piercings, along with flower crowns and sparkles.
You are allowed to be a wild party animal and still enjoy a good book in the quiet of your own home.
These are just a few examples, but the point is You are allowed to like things even if they contrast with each other.Sometimes you might feel pressure to keep up your image butonly you decide who you truly are.