But there’s something about you that makes me can’t stay away. I guess it’s mostly your goofy demeanour, your simplicity that pierces through, or maybe just…I don’t know. Comfort? The way I know my way around you. The way you make me feel like my opinion matters. Just the simplest of micro-details, really. You are like a love song I will never get tired of. The kind I just want to replay over and over again.
—Siddhārtha Gautama (via fabulousbitch69)
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I know you are busy, and it’s not your fault. Is it my fault that I want to be loved and pampered like a little princess? Yes it probably is, because there are no princesses in my city.
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Reblog this and I will post a paragraph in your inbox, whether it’s about your blog or you as a person i’ll do my best to make you feel good. I’m doing this because the last couple of months have been very rough and I prayed for someone to notice my struggle, prayed for an inbox that never came. I’m here for you guys and i’ll do every single one of them.
Every. Single. One.
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True that, remember that.
