Give Me Your Heart.

Make It Real

Or Else Forget About It

I want to know you. Not the perfectly polished [yet fake] you. I want to see the raw, real, sometimes unlovely, awful, shameful you.

I love people not because of their perceived perfection or their wonderful accomplishments. I love them because they are scarred, dirty, wounded and rough around the edges.

Give Me Your Heart

Make It Real

Or Else Forget About It