You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
this is so important (via aureat)
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favorite color.
Everyone has good days and bad days, but mine are more like good hours and bad years.
Cuando volvemos las fugaces horas del pasado a evocar, temblando brilla en sus pestañas negras una lágrima pronta a resbalar
Deseo tanto abrir tus ojos porque necesito que mires en mi interior
Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.