"The first person to tell me I was beautiful was definitely my mother, she said that a lot. Especially when I felt the least bit beautiful. My mother always said I was really beautiful and I finally believed her at some point." [x]


"   I wouldn’t call this love.
Me, looking round to see
If you’re looking at me,
Me, wondering if you’re thinking of me
When you’re probably not.
Me, staring out the window,
Staring at the shower wall,
Staring at the ceiling,
Staring at the ground, strangers, planning,
Mapping out our next meeting
In my mind.
Me, waiting, day after day,
Hopelessly, listlessly, achingly,
Holding on to a couple of drunken memories,
Will theys, won’t theys, do theys, don’t theys.
Me, debating the ifs and buts, the ins and outs,
And it wears me out.
I wouldn’t call this love.   "

I Wouldn’t Call This Love

By Ryan Havers

(via ryanhavers)