I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.
I get jealous because I’m afraid someone is going to make you happier than I do.