Eat Read Love



Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.

i cannot seem to sleep, but my goodness it is such a beautiful night to be awake, i’m in the bath and i can see the stars and they are so beautiful, there is nothing but silence around, everything is so beautiful

12:31pm | twenty first may | learning to love yourself | most days i stay inside, i take care of my plants, i read books and take far too many baths. always too afraid to be seen and having a fear that people will see me the way i see myself. eye contact makes me timid, conversations make me stutter, hearing voices around me automatically makes me feel i’m being judged, i get dizzy and scared and i always run home and tell myself i did good today, at least i tried. i was curious as to what people think of me, so i asked a few people i adore, these are a few special words that i treasure: i love the sweet little lisp you have that i notice when you talk and sing, you are enchanting and there is something so pure about you, i adore you, i could write poetry and love letters to every part of you, you have this childlike smile and a glow in your eyes, i love your lips and your small hands. these kind words i written beside my bed, i awake each day and read them. people do not see me the way i see myself and i’m starting to learn this, i’m learning to love myself. this has helped me an awful lot, and it made me realise there are probably a lot of you that are struggling with self love or know of someone that is struggling with self love, perhaps today you too could write a letter of the things you love to a special friend, let them know that they are loved, your words go a long way and i think we forget the power in them, use them wisely, all my love, unknown.