Maybe I’m not that kind of beautiful
dressed in red lipstick and black eyeliner.
I’m not beautiful in the sense of
defined cheekbones, full lips,
curvy hips, and shapely legs.
I’m not beautiful like the sunsets kissing the sky,
the stars outlining evening wishes,
the freshly picked flowers,
and the softly murmured I love you’s.
So maybe I’m the kind of girl
with pale lips and dull eyes.
But I hope someday,
someone kisses the sunsets on my chapped lips
and outlines the stars on my cheekbones.
I hope he waters the flowers beneath the flaws on my skin
and screams I love you’s because his love for me
is meant not to be kept in secret drawers,
but to be plastered in the sky,
on waters, and in the wind.
I hope he loves
the no make up, flawed,
clumsy, and awkward
kind of beautiful.”
Be with someone that requires you to grow, makes you forget your problems, holds your hand, likes to kiss, appreciates art, and adores you.”
It’s been three years, but I can still remember the mishmash of nervousness and curiosity of that afternoon. No expectations, but there was a spark of hope that something would change, and that it would be the start of something special… and now you’re mine, and I pray it stays that way for keeps :)
A first: Project Pie, the current create-your-own pizza place craze in the metro. My personalized pizza is a mishmash of five cheeses, bacon, pineapple, caramelized onions, and basil. Yes, I eat my pizza with fruit - my boyfriend is disgusted, but it makes my tastebuds happy! :p
Because you can never have too much strawberries ❤️
You started with stress and you ended with a smile. Merci beaucoup.
Too much musical awesomeness! If these two are to play in one concert, I’d go through drastic measures just to make sure I’m in the audience❤️
at the same time