Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

Beau Taplin, You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via trueheroinex)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)

you are every word I couldn’t spit out under the streetlights on your doorstep, every fucking feeling that got (still gets) stuck in my throat.

what I mean is that you are magnificent, and I’m just choked up.


HE. (via stayygone)

this is so beautiful

(via unbrevkvble)

fuckitandmovetobritain:

Scotland [2]: Isle of Skye 

- The Quiraing, Sligachan Bridge, Fairy Pools, Loch Harport, Kilt Rock/Mealt Falls, Loch Ainort, Glen Brittle, Uig, The Quiraing, Fairy Pools

(8.27.14)
i like to think about the sun and the moon
and how they relentlessly chase after each other
to little avail
the closest they get to a kiss
is a solar eclipse
and what’s beautiful is that
regardless of circumstance and awareness of limitations
their love is an immortal match
that burns brighter than the combined luminosity of
all the stars in the entire universe
- d.c.
(Source: a-pen-and-some-words)

  • person: so what music are you into?
  • me: are you sure you're ready for this conversation

nateswinehart:

Being good to each other is so important, guys.

let’s celebrate the stupidity of our endurance.
Charles Bukowski, A Not So Good Night in the San Pedro of the World (via hellanne)