I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at 3am. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before coffee and after coffee and in between. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful with messy hair and eyes half closed. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you put on your black dress or wear you’re slippers to the grocery store. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you have headphones in and you’re not listening to a thing I say. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re laughing or crying or we’re arguing. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you fail an exam and when you top your class. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you can’t find the car keys or bought new shoes or want ice cream late at night. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re late for a meeting or you burnt all the cookies because you didn’t follow the damn recipe. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the sun is rising and setting or when the day is cloudy or the rain is falling. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the night is warm and the stars are shining. I’m going to tell that you’re beautiful in front of museums and at concerts and while building sandcastles. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before the movie and after the movie and while buying popcorn. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful while you’re cleaning or drawing or writing. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the plane is landing or we’re catching a cab or we’re walking hand in hand through a park covered in snow. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful in front of my parents and my friends and in front of yours too. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful just because I think you are and even if sometimes you don’t think you’re beautiful and you feel just a little worn out; how beautiful I think you are will never be worn out to me.
dear you - c.p  (via itsonlyyforever)

(via once-upon-a-teenage-girl)


my words search for you when my heart has already found you.

I don’t like talking, I just can’t stand the silence.


you and I

you and I, we’re like the hands of the clock. we keep crossing paths but we don’t know how to make time freeze and stay. we will always be just enough for a quick glimpse past the shoulder and not the commitment. you and I, we’re like the hands of a clock. we only stay when we’re broken. hand me the parts of you that need to be stolen and I’ll give you the parts of me that need attention too. we are broken in the midst of blurred, blinding beginnings. you and I, we’re like the hands of a clock. we can always give other people time but never each other. 


rest

I’m not lying when I tell the moon straight in the face I don’t need it anymore.


she’s the one with downpours under her eyes but I love them because they made her, her but now I’m not sure if her constant weather has beat me down.


another life

we sit by sunsets and the atmosphere is lit with our warm glow. the fire never stops and we share a drink from the same straw. I’m safe in your arms and nothing is broken.


then there’s something about time that calls us up when we’re over something to remind us of how much the pain hurt. it still hurts, won’t you come back?


hellonicetomisha:

alltheselittlevoices:

haleepls:

hold-a-lover-close:

owlturdcomix:

We go forward.

This is too deep to comprehend.

Stop it

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY

:(((((

(via peachnlemons)


music box

you wound me up but i’ll still play my tunes for you.