Love taught me to grow up. In many areas, because I’m mostly made of the stuff of Peter Pan. I’m fickle at heart, I’m rushing, moving water in essence. Hard to contain without slipping through fingers. But it’s taught me transparency - the kind that is crystal about who I am and am not, what I…
Now can we fall in love while Southernplayalistic banging through the night…?
- Gautama Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Jk black don’t crack