For once, you believed in yourself. You believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.
—Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon (via showslow)
Small Black / Camouflage
“Sometimes there’s a person who you know looks right.
Their skin is fine, like a linen cloth,
and their hair is the color of night.
And they walk.
And when they walk, that walk
makes ladies turn to their window and admire.
All the ladies in the town,
with their secret things that they…
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
—Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via showslow)