"You can light these," I whispered to him. "I won't mind."
People think that love is just a feeling, but in reality, it’s a choice. You always have a choice. I thought that love was like a cold. You’re stuck with it until you pass it on to someone else. But that’s what a crush is. Love is like allergies. They’re always there. And you can sort of control them. You can choose to love someone. And I chose to love someone. And I’m glad. Even if they’re my best friend. And even if he doesn’t love me back. It’s okay. Because at least I can love who I choose. And he’s okay with it.
These aren’t just two different photos. They are two different versions of me. The fake, and the real. No one sees the real me because she’s hidden under the smiles and happiness. I used to be better at hiding it. Sometimes I hurt, and that’s okay. Because at least it reminds me that I’m human. And I’m alive. So in a way, it’s good.
Anyone want a tumblr boyfriend? Cause I want a tumblr girlfriend, honestly I dont care if you arent famous Ill make you and Ill treat you like a princess. Follow me so I know youre interested. Ive been following everyone back lately, my dashboard is dead!
This is perfect
- Old Generation: "You were named after your grandfather."
- Now Generation: "You were named after a celebrity."
- Next Generation: "You were named after a fictional character."