“I want to know you.”

its 5 am, i havent slept in 3 days and im bringing back the classics

i know it’s hard to accept compliments as anything other than lies. but when somebody blurts, “you’re beautiful,” take a breath. think of your dog, panting happily and covered in mud. think of your mother in her bathrobe with her hair in tinfoil while the dye sets. think of your best friend with her face streaked with tears and makeup. think of your little brother when he was sick and his face was a red puffy mess. think of how, even then, your heart swelled up with love of them. this is i think where compliments come from: when they look at you, no matter what, they see somebody beautiful, not some body, beautiful.


people speaking in “talon of the hawk” by the front bottoms

inspired by this post

“I see them together every day and it crushes me inside.”


happy 16th birthday shawn peter raul mendes! (august 8th 1998)