self love and leather couches

I prefer old furniture and second hand clothes and grey worn out shoes with holes

I like the broken gate and the uneven street and the house that has flowers and other plants growing up its walls.

Because each hole and every scratch just shows they've been used.

They were needed

And they suffered

But they still are.

One day, when i'll have a house i'll let the trees grow in whatever directions they grow, and i won't stop plants from climbing up my rooftop, and i will put that old brown leather couch in my living room that i've found in the back corner of a second hand market, and i will love it all.

I don't need new and i don't need clean and neat and perfect.

i just need my couch to tell me that you can be loved despite flaws

and like i will love my old couch i will love myself

with scratches and cuts in the leather

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