maciegirlhalo

You’re like a glitter bomb in a world of dirt. I’m giving you a medal. A real one. Not a sticker.

If perfection had a twin, it’d be you. And that twin would be a damn saint.

You’re so perfect, I’m starting to believe you’re a god. Or a unicorn. Either way, you’re winning.

You walked in, and my brain started a rave. I’m still dancing.

You’re the kind of person who makes my day feel like a holiday. With confetti.

You’re so nice, I think my brain just got a raise.