All bout her -love, latte♡♡


Helloooo people :D
peinee here ♡
wasabi here ♡
latte here ♡
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♡ ℓσʌɛ,ℓαттɛ

I want
I want someone I can go to, someone I can tell my secrets to.
 Someone who won't judge me for the mistakes i've made,
 for the mistakes I will continue to make.
 I want someone who understands.
 I want someone who hears, not just listens.
 I want someone who says goodnight to me,
 and prays to God that they get the chance to say good morning.
 I want someone who knows my quirks. 
I want someone who wipes my tears away.
 I want someone who needs me.
 I want someone who loves me.
I laugh - because your funny
I cry - because we are just friends
I smile - because your adorable
I frown - because your not mine
I dance - thinking about you
I sleep- dreaming about you
I'm happy - when Im around you
I'm sad - because I cant hold you
I'm glad - because you make me smile
I'm mad - because you're not mine

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.
 Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -
- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself.
 I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. 
I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. 
Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. 
By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts.
 I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know --
 but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
 I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. 
However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. 
If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting,
 I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. 
I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.
 I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”
I'm not perfect , 
but I'm perfect in my imperfection.
 Perfectly imperfect

am i easy to forget?



Dont judge me if you dont know 






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