hey look here, you magnificent piece of heaven itself, you.
be proud. be proud of where you are, of who you are, and don’t regret the experiences that have made you, that you have surmounted and turned into dusty memories and crushed underneath your feet below you.
don’t apologize for the feelings you have felt, the times you choked back your own broken heart and tried to piece it together again, tears still clinging to the tips of your lashes, nose still running, fingers quivering, where the fuck do i begin?
the truth is, the intensity of your love can never acquit a lack of integrity.
those failures and foibles seem endless, but they’re the basis for building character. you're a work in progress, beautiful. working, polishing, tearing down walls and planting daisies and daffodils.
you'd make it so that if eyes are the windows to our souls, then it wouldn’t take more than a single glance to see the radiance within.
just remember to appreciate love. in all its forms.