do you ever get those pangs of anxiety where you feel like nobody likes you and nobody will ever like you and you will achieve nothing
if we could decide who we loved it would be a lot simpler, but much less magical
Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.
current status: not being kissed or riding a dragon this is unacceptable
We were something, but we weren’t nothing, and that meant we could be anything.
I can never please anyone.