I'm not a perfect girl.
My hair dosen't stay in place.
I spill alot of things and I am very clumsy.
But when I think about it & take a step back I remember how amazing life truly is & maybe I like being *Imperfect*♥
Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.