“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.”—Sufjan Stevens (via shetakesflight)
“Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t you can’t make your heart feel something it won’t here in the dark, in these final hours I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power but you won’t, no you won’t cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t.
I’ll close my eyes, then I won’t see the love you don’t feel when you’re holdin me mornin will come and I’ll do what’s right just give me till then to give up this fight and i will give up this fight.”