February 2011
4 posts
I know that I am flawed, badly, and there are a million different reasons for no one to ever love me. I am a bitch, I’m selfish, a brat, too emotional, clingy, untrusting. I am not always a good person, & sometimes I make stupid horrible choices. I hurt everyone I love without even meaning to. I have a terrible temper; sometimes I yell first & ask questions later. I don’t always like...
I love him:
Because when he looks in my eyes, even after all this time, he still looks like he’s searching for something. It’s like no matter how much time he spends with me he, or how well he knows me, there is always that one thing that he will never figure out about me.
Because he makes me want to be a better person. He doesn’t just look away from my flaws, he stares them straight in the...
“I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything...”
– Marc Jacobs (via sheepzombie)
“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”
– Josephine Hart (via kari-shma)