reblog if you are insecure about the way you look.
(Source: untoldst0ries, via camillenium)
That person that just held a door for you. That person who just waved you to go first at the four way stop. That person that smiled at you and you didn’t even know them. Chances are you are never going to see them again, or remember their face if you do. It’s a strange thing to think for a split second you can be a part of someone’s life, but not meant to stay in it for very long. Your paths were meant to cross but not stay.
(via yourkissesaremyweakness)
