via weheartit
there is no final version of yourself. we never stop growing or changing, nor should we. stop beating yourself up for not being ‘there’ yet.
The final version of yourself is the one you die in I think
Oh, well I don’t know how it works with you mortals
“i worry that the day you believe you’re so great as i praise you to be is the day in which you will leave me”
— will you love me if you love yourself
