I think love is when someone has messy hair, untidy clothes, and unmatched shoelaces, and you still feel like they are beautiful, that they are perfect. Because you see past all of their flaws, all of the things that others judge and discriminate. You see them for who they are, and yet you still accept them. I think that’s true love.
I wonder how many people on here have heard of me. like have seen my url and thought, oh i’ve heard of her.