None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.
But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever
I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime