we ended things months ago, but here I still sit scattering my goddamn mind at ungodly hours of the night over why you stopped wanting me. I still see galaxies in your eyes even after all the pain I’ve been through. yet I’m not even a mere thought in your mind, as your body is pressed to your sheets at night. I saw a future with you, you were my first true love, and most definitely my last. but I was just another body with a set of eyes, and a beating heart to you.
(via sexingz)
Anonymous:
it's four in the morning and wherever you are you forgot to return my heart.
actually sleeping with someone is so nice like waking up in the middle of the night and snuggling closer or lazily giving them a kiss or just feeling their arms around you squeeze slightly even though they’re in a deep sleep or handholding while you both are asleep ugh
that’s that shit I like
Don’t feel bad if you still wish your body looked different or if your voice sounded better or if you can’t quite love yourself yet. Self-acceptance is a journey. You’re not hopeless just because others may be ahead of you. Appreciate yourself. Appreciate how far you’ve come. You’re on your way, at your own pace.
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R.I.P. Prince (June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016)
“Cool means being able to hang with yourself. All you have to ask yourself is “Is there anybody I’m afraid of? Is there anybody who if I walked into a room and saw, I’d get nervous?” If not, then you’re cool.”
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