I have stretch marks.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
(via the-sad-boy)
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
I sit next to you anxiously as I stare down at your hands wishing they were still mine to hold. I keep checking the time over and over again waiting for it to past by faster so I can leave. I can’t be there with you anymore, because I still love you. I still want to spend my days growing old with you and getting dogs together. I still see myself with you and sitting next to you knowing you never ever saw the same thing rips me to shreds and makes my chest ache and lungs stop working. Knowing you never fell for me the way I fell for you hurts me beyond your knowledge and I don’t know if you will ever understand that.
(via imtiredofactingokay)
