PEOPLE ARE SO CUTE WHEN THEY FIRST WAKE UP like it doesn’t matter if they’re cranky or disoriented or still half-asleep and their hair is a mess fuck it doesn’t even matter if they drooled in their sleep or have ink smudged on their face from something they wrote on their hand they are CUTE all those things are CUTE
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To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. When you are born a lotus flower, be a beautiful lotus flower, don’t try to be a magnolia flower. If you crave acceptance and recognition and try to change yourself to fit what other people want you to be, you will suffer all your life. True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself.
I often wonder if happiness will ever come at less a cost, if loss will ever stop winning, if blame will ever quit its game, or if we will spend the rest of our lives arguing about how to describe half a glass of water.
Can I kiss the inside of your right thigh? And how high do my kisses make you? Will you feel my hand slide up your left side rib cage, reaching for your heart? I wish all my kisses could go there too; heal of your wounds from past lovers who promised you things they failed to prove.
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.”
because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.”
because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.
I wish friends and lovers still wrote letters to each other, poetry to each other, or recorded their thoughts in the form of small, tangible gifts. There is nothing lovelier than receiving the innermost thoughts of another person in their handwriting, their words smeared with the side of their palm or looped in cursive ink so that they all run together. I would keep them all.
When a relationship is over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.
how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.


