“It turns out we’re just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually.”
“And you look in the mirror one day and you go ‘well, it’s not exactly what I was thinking about, but I’ll take it.”
— John Mayer
You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor
I’m going to reblog this until it’s a cultural norm.
Someone will fall in love with you. Your flaws, scars, someone will. They’ll love you for you. They’ll know what you look like when you’re tired, happy, sad, angry. They’ll know what music you like, how you like your coffee. They’ll fall in love with you. No one else, just you. Maybe you haven’t found them yet, but there is someone out there wondering what you’re like.
You’ll meet them, I promise.