Does one simply love their cheekbones? Or must they learn, first. I’m finding it hard to move away from ‘freakishly hollow’. I remember when they weren’t so apparent, though I was younger then.
I am left to wonder if it’s simply the way my face has become through life. My mother says I have my father’s bone structure.
I’m trying to at least bare with the things that make me cringe and feel so self-conscious.
(via papillon-lune)
thank you to Katy (coagulates) for letting me steel your words
jelly in all ways.
(via skittyy)
Brandi/e. 23. Female.
engaged ♥
Don't kill me; I'm in ℒℴѵ є
I'm the utmost definition of a Dreamer, ever since I opened my eyes. That's what you'll find here. My world and life as a dreamer. Inside my world is beautiful, and I can never get enough of it. Nothing is perfect, but so much can be beautiful with an open heart and open eyes.
I'm always dreaming. I'm nothing special, and have enough loathing for myself to last me through all lifetimes.
This is my 'blog'. My dreams and thoughts. They might be posted by myself, or reblogged, but they are my thoughts and feelings and 'story'. I don't want to influence or hurt anyone with anything that could be negative.
(also, hey! this is the internet so, I don't need to tell you that none of these images are mine alone. I find them all over the place. If you specially own them, let me know ♥)
