On days I’m fucked up, I think about you.
I think about your beautiful face and how much you make me love being me, because you chose me despite the fact you could get anyone you wanted with just that smile of yours.
I might just be biased when it’s me bringing it to your face but it brightens up the darkest of days
When we kiss, I forget about the world for the moment
When we kiss, nothing seems so bad anymore
When we kiss, all I think about is how in love with you I am

lightheartedsuggestion:

Even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and I’m so proud you did.

sirenfemme:

I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.

deephoe:

me: *sends a single text* why am i so clingy