And when I love a person, I love that one person with all my heart. I love everything about that person including their flaws — God, I think I even loved that person because of it. It’s like I stopped looking (for more) to anybody. When I love that person, everything about that person is already the best. I don’t give a fuck if one person’s good at singing, the other’s good at dancing, playing football, playing the guitar or any other sorts of that. If the person that I love only has this specific quality, I will accept that person wholly and I swear to the heavens that from that point, I would stop looking for more cos I already found my kind of best. sweet trances #43, V.I. (via vaguelyinked)
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
James Frey (via psych-facts)
and now i’ve taken it off i’m the one being torn apart