December 2010
4 posts
Love.
It’s not perfect. It never will be and I’m glad. Because that would be boring. I don’t want us to be perfect. I love your flaws and your quirks and I love that you love mine and we work together because we love eachother… and That. That, my darling, is perfect.
<3
“Screaming and fightin’ and kissin’ in the rain
it’s 2 am and...”
– That’s the way I loved you- Taylor swift
Contradictions.
How is it possible to feel so superficial and self concious at the same time? to worry about what you have and what you don’t and why you don’t have the newest thing while still wondering why you’re not pretty like the rest. And how come after you become convinced by someone who loves you that you really are pretty, one comment can break all of that and make it inconsequential....
Has a new appreciation for Pink Floyd... ;)