Love
i think the word « love » is gonna be my first tattoo, for reasons that i’ve been caught up in this word for all my life. For me this word signifies a lot of things. Love from people around me and love from myself.
Love, my family. I feel love when i al with them. I know most of the times i didn’t appreciate it enough, thinking all their « love » was restraining me from every freedom that i could have but i know they did it all from love, and i love them.
Love, my friends. From the times i was broken hearted, sobbing for a way to make myself better to the craziest moments of my life when i can’t stop myself from laughing so hard that even i myself know it was annoying as hell, they put up with me. I felt love, and so i love them too
Love, the time i fell in love, i was on the top of the world. I sleep and wake up better than ever knowing someone is loving me the way i loved them. I love being in love even later i found out when you fall you fall hard to the ground and deeper but still, i enjoyed being in love.
Love, the feeling that i feel i need. I know this is not a good reason to love the word love but once a month around every 20 days (a.k.a my pms) i beat myself up for not being able to find someone i love. I felt the need to fall in love but i can’t never find the right person. I felt the need of attention from boys hoping for a wild love to show up. But yeah, out of all the days in a month, this times are the time where i felt that i need to love and be loved by a boy more than ever. Maybe by getting a permanent word that i crave so bad will make it better?
When i was little i don’t like the chubby little kid i see in the mirror. I hated the fact that i am never attractive enough to get any attention from boys. Now I’ve learned to love myself noblatter all the stretch marks, the flabby belly and the huge thighs, i love me and every parrt of me. I think by getting a tattoo that says love will shout it to the world of how i found selflove to myself from myself. How i now love myself.
Love, my family. I feel love when i al with them. I know most of the times i didn’t appreciate it enough, thinking all their « love » was restraining me from every freedom that i could have but i know they did it all from love, and i love them.
Love, my friends. From the times i was broken hearted, sobbing for a way to make myself better to the craziest moments of my life when i can’t stop myself from laughing so hard that even i myself know it was annoying as hell, they put up with me. I felt love, and so i love them too
Love, the time i fell in love, i was on the top of the world. I sleep and wake up better than ever knowing someone is loving me the way i loved them. I love being in love even later i found out when you fall you fall hard to the ground and deeper but still, i enjoyed being in love.
Love, the feeling that i feel i need. I know this is not a good reason to love the word love but once a month around every 20 days (a.k.a my pms) i beat myself up for not being able to find someone i love. I felt the need to fall in love but i can’t never find the right person. I felt the need of attention from boys hoping for a wild love to show up. But yeah, out of all the days in a month, this times are the time where i felt that i need to love and be loved by a boy more than ever. Maybe by getting a permanent word that i crave so bad will make it better?
When i was little i don’t like the chubby little kid i see in the mirror. I hated the fact that i am never attractive enough to get any attention from boys. Now I’ve learned to love myself noblatter all the stretch marks, the flabby belly and the huge thighs, i love me and every parrt of me. I think by getting a tattoo that says love will shout it to the world of how i found selflove to myself from myself. How i now love myself.
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