i always had my head wrapped around the idea of getting into a wonderful university and getting a good job and getting married and having a family and being able to support them but for some reason now all i want to do is travel and eat new foods and meet new people and get a tan and buy a one way ticket and not come home
this is the most relevant thing I have ever read
I want to be beautiful for myself. Not for anyone or anything but for myself.
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
How can I accept a limited definable self, when I feel, in me, all possibilities?