do you ever look at yourself and think ‘aw cute’ but then walk two feet into a different lighting and think ‘omg nvm’
Books have to be heavy because the whole world’s inside them.
I hate when a person says they’ve had a bad day and everyone, instead of trying to cheer them up, enters a competition of who’s had the shittest life
My books are friends that never fail me.
Do not call me perfect, a lie is never a compliment. Call me an erratic damaged and insecure mess. Then tell me that you love me for it.