Being told you’re beautiful by a stranger is nice, but I wish that you would tell me that I’m beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, sexy and whatever. I wish you knew how much I wish you could be that stranger because unlike them you know my mind as well as my physical being.
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
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I just teared up… This is beautiful.
It’s days like this when you go home feeling as if no one would notice if you disappeared.
I look at you and I see something magical, so amazing that makes me fall for you over and over again. I look at you and see something so tempting that makes me want you even more. I look at you and see something that I can’t be without.