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i loved you so much that i forgot how to hate myself

If angels really could speak, I swear they must have found a way to manifest themselves into your vocal chords. Because I can’t give any other explanation for what your laugh does to me.

I believe that your soul and my soul are very old friends.

If you asked me why I loved her so much, no amount of time left on this earth would suffice to adequately explain. I’ve searched through multiple dictionaries, but I haven’t found a single word that could possibly justify how beautiful she is. I just wish she could see herself the way I do, even if it was just for a moment. Only then might she understand why even the thought of her belonging to anyone else brings my heart to a stop and my knees to the ground. I never fathomed that there would be beauty in suffocating until I found myself drowning in the sound of her laughter. And Lord, help me because I’ve always had a fear of heights, but I don’t see an end to the way that I’ve been falling for her.

Go for someone who is proud to have you.

have the stars always seemed so dim?or is it just that everything pales in comparison to your eyes?

It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person – that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.