This is who I am today:
kitchen-scissor haircut,
pale, tired, anxious,
wearing the lipstick
that you so loved to smudge,
totally trapped,
picking at scabs,
naming the moths,
pouring tequila,
waiting for a phone call
that may never come.
Who are you today?
Who are you going to be tomorrow?
Be nice, whoever you are.
Treacle Heart 
I’m nice to everyone
except myself.
If I looked like you I’d take photos of myself hourly. This is beautiful. You are beautiful. But even if you weren’t, you would be, because your mind is.
And that ^ was a beautiful comment.
She’s more than deserving and then some ;) I may be biased but heck I’m right
I completely agree
Couldn’t agree more with you. <3