When I look at you, god when I look at you… the only way I can explain it is. It’s the same feeling you get when you look into a sky full of stars. And your breath gets caught in your lungs a little. And after you catch your breath you can’t help but smile… because it’s so beautiful, my goodness. You’re so beautiful.
you know what i realized. maybe i’m a leslie knope. maybe i won’t meet my ben wyatt for like another ten years.
you want to know why? because if i met him now, he’d be the mayor of fucking ice town and i can’t handle that shit.
but when i meet him, he’ll be ben. he’ll be sweet and kind and geeky and have a slammin’ booty. it’s a long way away, but that’s okay.
this? is the most? motivational thing? I’ve ever read?
