It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.
You can never be overdressed or overeducated.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
I don’t require sex for happiness – I need companionship. I need a partner I can depend on, that I can love and grow with.
Because I know Who actually gives a Shit about me, which is why it may seem like I don’t give Fuck..