Leading lovesick hearts astray.

I deserve to be loved, and seen, and defended for all of me, not just the parts that are relatable, that make you feel good. I am worth fighting for. If that means that the only person I should be with is me, then I deserve me.

Everyone is cute, they just may not be YOUR kind of cute. But they’re cute to someone, and that thought alone is adorable.

don’t sit in your pajamas and reblog posts about how you wish you could be pretty and confident, just do it. Get up early so you can do your hair and makeup all nice for school, flirt with the boys and let them come to you, say “thank you” instead of “no i’m not” when someone calls you pretty,  fake that fucking confidence until it’s real, do you understand me? Now go own that red lipstick.