Remember, we are all not perfect in this beautiful and flawed world.

Your imperfections require another missing piece of imperfections. Which could only be found in another soul, and that's when you meet your "soulmate". And bam, you two will be a perfect pair.

(To my man)

For it's our imperfections that make us whole, that make us human.
Where's the fun in ourselves if all of us were perfect?

Society is funny. Society is frickin' lame.
Society is sh*t.

For someone who made my heart skip a beat from the moment I lay my eyes on him, not for the first time, not for the second time, neither the third time; perhaps—– every time. // 03.29.18