me: i am actually so happy with my life right now for once
next day: *everything fucks up*
At thirteen you are all hips and ripening breasts, with eyes like postcards
of the only ocean you’ve ever visited.
At fourteen even growing pains are sweeter than your first heartbreak,
sweet like a toothache deep in the gums.
At fifteen you feel like the only one in the universe
you deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you and how beautiful you are all the time and i really hope you find that one day because you deserve to be loved