Loving me isn’t simply telling me that I’m beautiful, or loving me because I’m slightly pretty in an exotic way. Loving me is more about being open with me, telling me you love the way my mind works. Possibly even loving the way I romanticize every single part of you, and loving the way I make you feel. Love, to me, is more about the connection that extends from the center of my gut to the center of yours. The unbreakable one. The one you feel pulling you closer to me every day. The slightly pretty face is only a cherry on top.
I have serious writers block but I need to write so here’s this. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

















