anime!!!

You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

When I talk to you I am happy. Because you listen, and my words find a home.

Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words ‘for ever.’ But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don’t like doing it.

Don’t love me because I love you. Love me because you love me. That’s what I deserve.

So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

You’re beautiful. You walk wonderfully and if I were here and saw you now for the first time I’d be in love with you. If I saw you for the first time everything would turn over inside of me and I’d ache right through my chest.

Reblogging myself because

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?