It’s never going to be enough…you can’t handle me the way I am and I can’t change as much as you need me to. I’m trying, I’m trying so damn hard to change for you and one little slip up and you can’t handle it. This is the first time I’ve cried myself to sleep in almost a month now and you aren’t here, you don’t want to be either…how am I supposed to give my all to you if you don’t even want all of me?

"Would losing me even be a loss?"
"He said to her, “who are you going to believe? The mirror, a photograph, or the eyes of the man who thinks you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet?"
-i.c. “Beauty is in the Eye…” (via delicatepoetry)

(via diary-of-a-dear)