Sunnuntai kuvapostaus

 It’s when I see people together. They look so fucking happy and I just want to feel an ounce of that happiness. They must feel properly happy inside because they know that someone likes them for who they are. They like how they look and they like who they are inside. They think they’re pretty, they think they’re gorgeous. And they potentially want to be with them for the rest of their life. Why can’t someone like me like that?

ihana *__*

-Alice-