Me two years ago and then me the other night. It almost feels like two different people.
if i was famous i would just knock on peoples doors and be like hello yes its me
(Source: , via a-small-british-whovian)
My internet was down for 5 minutes so i went downstairs and spoke to my family
They seem like nice people
Look at me… I will never pass for a perfect bride. Or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I’m not meant to play this part? Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside?
this is on a whole new level of patience
This is natural art.