so tonight, my friend was feeling down about a recent breakup & i came up with this:
love is like a door, you go through it and end up in a completely different room. the wallpaper has changed, there’s different furniture, different lighting. and the same goes to the people who were in love. if you can honestly say you came out of that relationship with nothing changing, without shedding a tear, without a broken heart, then i really don’t think it was love at all.
1.accept myself for who i am 2. kiss in the pouring rain 3. go to california 4. own 4 inch heels 5.graduate ib 6. post something on mlia 7. visit paris 8. visit new york city during fashion week 9. audition for a reality tv show 10. walk on the beach at night with the guy i love
hmmm, that’s a good question. i vaguely remember bits & parts from my trip to the philippines when i was about 5. but if you ask me about a certain event that might’ve happened before that, chances are i remember something really random from said event
“Cinderella walked on broken glass. Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass. Belle fell in love with a hideous beast. Jasmine married a common thief. Ariel walked on land for love and life. Snow White barely escaped a knife. It was all about blood, sweat, and tears, because love, means facing your biggest fears ♥”—