Before something great happens, everything falls apart. Just hold on long enough to get through the smoke screen.
You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.
If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker.
Some people smoke,
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way.
No relationship is perfect so just find the right one to go through hell and heaven with.
We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
Is home a place or a feeling?
Because I only just met you,
and I already want to
hang up my life
and stay for a while.