When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
― (160/365) by (DS)

annaoverboard:

What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.

In the end I want it to be you.
― (via floricawild)
i promise that someday
i’ll buy you a place
where you can say “what a nice view”
and i’ll agree
while looking straight at you
― (via 1112pm)
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via wethinkwedream)

Will someone sing me to sleep… Write songs about me.. Idk what I’m doing wrong. It’s been pretty one-ended for a while.

Fuck fuck fuck, I knew this was going to happen. Another fucking thing I gotta deal with.