One day you'll meet a guy. And ultimately, he's going to find out. How you chew, how you sip, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow. How your face looks underneath all your makeup. How you love chocolate, how you can be hyper at times, how certain games and shows make you really happy. How cranky you can get when you're tired, how you think you look bad in all your Facebook photos. He's going to know everything about you. And you know what? He's still going to love you.
sometimes i think about the future and how we’re going to meet new people and become close with new friends and i wonder who those people are, and where they are, and how they’re doing things right now that they’re going to tell me about when we finally meet. but for now, we’re just strangers. it’s just odd.
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”—Oscar Wilde (via lavandula)