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Pour yourself into me, and I will not let a drop of you hit the ground.

(via your-last-cigarettee)

I hold my own hands. I brew my own coffee in the morning. There’s nothing better than being in love with yourself, no one else will know your knobs and windows and junk drawers. Tell people to view you as nothing but a miracle. After centuries upon centuries of evolution and mistake and more evolution, you are here. Don’t take it for granted like I did, building up years of self-hatred because the curve of my collarbone is not the shape of a bow. Let it be known you are a miracle, an off-chance of evolution, compiled of stardust and greatness. I touch my own cheeks when I need to remember what beautiful things feel like. I open my own doors, I write myself love poems. People say there is a perfect half waiting for you, but it’s already there. It’s my left side, my locked wardrobe, the cold side of the pillow. It’s the dormant part of you that holds the other one high enough to see over the horizon.

"self love" - e.p.h. (via teentitan-)