кукольная девочка𐙚

ֶָ֢⭑ּ ֗ 𓍢ִ໋ Tell the pretty girl in the white shirt: It's raining and cold, my sweetie, don't get sick. May I lend you my coat?The opinion is your opinion, but do not refuse ๋࣭ ˑ ִֶָ ⊹

⋆˚✿ I know you miss me but you're not looking for me, I also know you love me but you don't tell me, and you'll remain the same.. Your silence is killing me. ⋆˚✿˖

.˚₊‧⁺˖ I love my life very much. I like to be a beautiful and sensitive woman who only cares about myself. I care more about my life than I care about others. I don't care what people say about me. I am truly spoiled and wonderful. I am very gentle and pure.₊‧⁺˖

𓏺 I am reading what I wrote last year in my notebook and tears are streaming down my cheeks. Am I afraid of crying or what? I remember my attitudes and behavior with them and how I used to love them, and now they have left me alone with no one for me..

⋆★ Details I love ★⋆

The surprise handhold, the long, tight hug, the one who brings something I love without me asking, the deep, deep eye contact, the one who pats my hair and talks to me, the one who expresses his feelings to me in front of me, the one who understands me without me speaking, the one who is honest with me if he is upset with me, the touch in a tender and surprising way, the one who shares food between us, the understanding of the difference in tastes and preferences, the gift of something he made himself, paper letters, many rings, all kinds of scars.

I love imperfections in everything, scars on bodies, moles, burns, whatever the type of scar, it looks like a silent click in a great piece, or like the signature on an immortal painting that distinguishes a beautiful original painting from all the rest, I love that kind of imperfection in beauty, it is perfection in a unique way. ★⋆.