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Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.

how do I tell her how much she deserves when she wont even let me tell her she’s beautiful?

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

Sometimes the worst place you can be is in your own head.

Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

She was beautiful but in a way a forest fire was beautiful.

Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful They can all get fucked just stay true to you

When was the last time anyone told you how important you are?

The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.