I miss when I thought I was pretty, I miss when I didn’t feel less than all the time

There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
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Your walls are lucky. They get to see you cry, naked, sleep, your natural beauty, create, grow, your secrets, stories, and most of all you.

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I’m going to love
no matter how much I lose.
I cannot give up.
-Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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