Oscar Wilde
skipped the past 3 days of school, had an early taste of summer and I don’t regret a thing.
Foggy beach, crappy grilled cheeses, and sunburns. Excellent first beach day.
some days are unexpectedly wonderful and exactly what you need. today was one of those.
Bulimics on Bulimia
40 Day Dream - Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros
you hated when we took this picture of only you, and you’re going to hate that I’m posting it. but I love you and you deserve your own picture.
I’m just taking a moment to say that you are my best friend, and a damn good one if I’m going to be honest. it’s been a year and then some and you still adore me, which is such a surprise. you have seen me in every way possible, in every light and there is not one piece of me -my body or my mind- you do not know by heart. when I am sharp and beaten down by life, you are comforting and gentle and with every fingerprint you leave on my skin, you soften me more and more. Everything that I’m feeling, I tell to you and you patiently listen and understand and drown me in advice and support. Sadly, I am no where close to sexy and couldn’t be seductive if I tried but when we are alone, you make me feel irresistible. and lastly, no matter where we are or what we are doing, the look in your eyes (which I could spend the rest of my days trying to describe but would never even sratch the surface) is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
so many fragments of you have fused to my being and I willingly carry them with me where ever I go. I’m indescribably proud to be (even the tiniest bit) like you, my love.
