Having hope for romance is so tiring. It is like sandpaper, wearing me down to the bone, until my self esteem is but a thin veneer under which I veil my bleeding, punctured heart. One day, that veil may be gone and I will be laid bare for all to see. I don’t know what I will do if that day ever comes.
Honestly, at the end of the day if you can’t go to bed content with the way things are then you need to get up and fix it before you sleep. Period.
—My parents every time I try to cry myself to sleep. (via psych-facts)
"We got engaged an hour ago. We were on a rooftop, and I told her I wanted to take a time lapse photo of her looking off the roof, then when she turned back around, boom."
"Were you nervous?"
"I was more nervous when I had lunch with her parents to ask for permission. I couldn’t bring myself to ask, and actually had to call them back to the table after they’d gotten up to leave."
Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For, indeed, that’s all who ever have.