wouldn't you like to know.

“I’m all yours, if you’re all mine.”

hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

gotta be w/ someone who sees forever in u.. cause if the bond real y'all gonna get over everything

Replacing “Why is this happening to me?” with “What is this trying to tell me?” has been a game changer for me.

I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story.

Looking back at the girl I used to be and the shit I would allow/tolerate makes me so happy about the woman I am today. I’m come FAR as hell

You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.

Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole.

Fv$hion here

Fv$hion here