Where is my Aladdin, to show me the world? Where is my Eric, to kiss his girl? Where is my Beast, to show me beauty lies inside, where are these men, why do they hide? Why do I get a Jafar, who's slime as a snake? Or get dissed for an Ursula, who's ugly and fake? Or get a know-it-all Gaston, who thinks he's so sly? I guess I'll wait in my castle forever, for my fairy tale guy.
No matter how ugly you think you are, there's always someone out there who thinks you're beautiful. No matter how shit and worthless you feel, there's someone out there who you mean the world to. No matter how many flaws you have, to one person you are perfect. No matter how much you think love is bullshit and there's no one that loves you, there is. There's someone who's waiting for the perfect chance to tell you. Someone who's always there for you. Someone who loves you even more than you love yourself. So don't give up hope. You'll find them, one day.
“I get my ideas out of my dreams… if you’re lucky enough to use something you see in a dream, it is purely original. It’s not in the world — it’s in your head. I think that is amazing.”—Alexander McQueen (via thechocolatebrigade)