You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
wow having a mutual crush… wonder what thats like
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.