I just want to listen to someone confident enough to read me poetry. (have I not stressed this enough)

kieronstartstowrite:

I hope our love is the kind that I don’t have to think about. I hope I never have to convince myself to love any certain part of you because I hope it all comes naturally. I hope our love is the kind that is quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. I want to love you like the space between lightning and thunder - electrified and alive but silent and knowing. And I want you to love me like the clouds love the rain. You’re going to have to let me go on my own sometimes, but I will always come back and we will always be two parts of the same thing.

These are my thoughts about love written by another person. I just have to say that this is so beautiful. And what makes this even more special is that it is written on my birthday.

Reasons To Be Happy:

1. Dead trees still stand and so can you.
2. You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you. 
3. Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.

Overwhelming.

I can finally say I got over my painfully awkward stage. Took me a lot of courage (and a lot of encouragements) to be what I am today. It still is a constant struggle to get by but I’m not going to give up, not ever.

I’m so proud of myself.

For everything.