I love when it rains. I love unmade beds. I love that little gasp someone takes when their favorite character dies. I love how, when a person is drunk and you ask them a deep question, they become completely honest in that one moment. I love when people cherish the spaces between their fingers. I love when people stay. I love how, when someone doesn’t know how to use a camera, someone else will come up behind them, wrap their arms around them, and hold the camera steady for them, teaching them. I love the look in people’s eyes when they first wake up, because they look lost. And then familiarity reappears, and it’s magic because it’s as if they’ve found home again. You see, each of us can write a list of the things we love, and the list can go on for quite a while. But how long do you think it takes for someone to say “Myself”?
— Mackenzie E.B. (via imnotchaste
Anonymous said: I wish I could just take away all of your pain my dear.
Aw, you’re too sweet but I wouldn’t want you to do that because if you take it all away and it ends up on you then it wouldn’t be good for you, I’ll be okay. Thank you so much though!❤️
HERE is the DIFFERENCE. So many people get so confused. Difference between having anxiety and having an anxiety disorder.
Anonymous said: Have a marvelous Monday cutie pie!
Thank you! You too, dear.😊
Anonymous said: You're beautiful inside and out, darling <3 Don't ever forget it!
Thank you, so are you❤️