Look, okay, I get it. You’re self-conscious, and I understand.
But you have no reason to be.
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via showslow)
"She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope."
— Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (via thatkindofwoman)