maybe it is love.
im in love with a guy my mom forbids me to date. i cried for six hour’s about it. but my mom never relived how much i really care for him, he`s really bad. like really. but i could care less/ im in love with him, as long as were happy i dont know what should matter/ i wish she understood. its like me forbidding her to see her boyfriend. he lives about an a hour away. so there’s nothing i can do. but i call him every chance i get. my mom also tried making me stop calling him, but what she doesnt know is that i call him every time she isnt home. im risking a lot just to talk to him, im pretty sure this is love.


Fashion is a business, but you must always stay true to yourself.
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.”
