All of them are well meaning, and caring, and accepting, and honest.
I can tolerate a lot as long those things are present. Tolerate isn't the right word. A lot of things don't bother me because of the presence of the others - that's a better way to put it. In fact, I count on my friends being imperfect, because that means that they'll hopefully be forgiving of my own imperfections. Of which I have many, and I try to surround myself with people who will forgive me when I say/do something stupid at the most inopportune of moments knowing that I probably don't mean it, because I'd like to think I'm well meaning, caring, accepting, and honest.
Tee - Thrifted // Kimono - Arnhem // Shorts - Spell // Boots - Aldo // Bag - Target // Sunnies - I forget