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They can claim to love you and still not know what it means to value you.

People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.

Loving yourself is a process, 
don’t surround yourself with people who interrupt that process, 
or with people who belittle your progress.

I am still waiting for that day, when somebody will look into my eyes, hold my hands and say everything will be fine. And I hope that day will not be the day when I will be on my death bed.

“When do you know it’s over? That you’ve really lost them this time?” “It’s in the silence. At least when they’re throwing curses at you like it’s second nature and screaming how much they hate you, you know that some part of them still cares. Some part of them still cares enough to feel something for you; even if it is love twisted into hate. But when they stop yelling and they lose the fire in their eyes, you’ve lost them. When it goes quiet they’ve given up - they’ve gone.”

You’re not perfect. No one is. But you know what? That’s perfectly fine. The fact that your hair may be naturally frizzy, or that one foot is slightly bigger than the other, is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s all of these little differences that combine together and form you into who you are. There is no ‘perfect’ person. There is no ‘perfect’ body. There is only imperfection that exists. Thus, do not chase after this illusion of perfection, for it is impossible to ever reach.

I want someone who kisses back. Someone who pulls close, not away. I want to feel you feeling me, and enjoying it. I want a lover that loves to love.