She is made up of words that not everyone can understand; her mind is a dictionary full of sadness and heartache, and her heart is the poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song, the perfect sonnet, the most meaningful haiku and the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her, seconds to love her and a lifetime to forget her.
Today girls only want to be beautiful for Tumblr. Their worth lies in the instagram likes. I wish they knew how gorgeous they are without the double taps and reblogs.
After all, there are two types of beauty, the one that smacks you across the face and is plastered on magazine covers. And then there’s the type that grows on you. The one you don’t expect. The one that poets and authors write about, the ETERNAL kind.
I think it is indeed important to realize your worth as a person. To realize how beautiful and important you are to this world. You are pure stardust. You are a girl of beauty, you don’t ever need anyone to tell you that you are perfect cause you will be perfect even if they don’t. You need to stop asking strangers to kiss your scars and call you beautiful cause for a wound to heal you need to stop touching it darling.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, ETERNALLY.