pretty.

I disliked my face for a long time. My eyes are too small and slanted, my nose too flat and my face too round. I looked to the printed magazines of faces that looked nothing like mine. I saw beauty as a set of features that I could never have simply because I wasn't born

more

“You look just like him you know,” she whispers into her mug as she takes a sip. He turns his body towards her and with a small voice, he says, “Does being around me cause you any trouble?” “Sometimes.” "I'm sorry." “You shouldn’t have to be.” “I know, I just… don't like seeing you like

wait

She puts her hands over his that are cupped around her cheeks, and then slowly pulls them away. He keeps his hands over hers to keep them warm since they're always cold. She pauses, then says, "I don't want to need somebody. I shouldn't make someone my home. I need to learn how to alone. To be happy by myself. I can't rely on you, even if you don't think that's a lot of trouble. I do. I can't be dependent on you, or anybody else." She sighs before letting go of him and his hands. "I need to be enough for myself."

5:58 a.m.

I woke up early as per usual. I fixed my things because we were leaving in half an hour. I got up and washed my face, got dressed and put all of my cameras into my backpack. I slipped on my sneakers and walked over to the dock. This whole process seemed to play in

stay

He’s here and she’s wrapped up in his arms. She laces her fingers through his hair. She never gets boys like this, like him. He holds a smile on his face as she curls her fingers through his wavy strands. He lazily makes circles on her back. He can’t believe that she’s here and that

refund

“Do you still love him?” “No.” She sighed heavily. “But I did.” “At first I believed that I didn’t really love him, just the idea of him. The idea of someone to be there for you, to have them be your person. But I just kept remembering all the stupid little things he did, things

worry

If everything is going to end, why should we whine about how things seem unfair? Or about how we might be wasting our time? As we lead our lives, the days will keep passing. So who cares if you don't know what to do with yourself? Be awkward and weird and get embarrassed with the

untitled

Do you ever feel like you’re not doing enough? I don’t mean in a self-loathing kind of way. I mean in an “I’m-not-sure-if-I’m-using-my-time-wisely” kind of way. There’s so much out there for you and you just have to use it, but no amount of inspirational quotes or movies can seem to get you off your