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 I have realised it is already too late, but how do I get this perfect idea of you off my mind? Because that is exactly the problem: I am infatuated with my perfect idea of you. I don’t know the real you, but the boy who invades my dreams each night, playing them as he pleases. He has my heart on his hand. That is probably the only similarity- you both do. You can break it in the blink of an eye, and you will if I keep on loving the you that is not you, the you I made up. I see no flaws or mistakes because I am not in love with a human, but with a thought. And you have them, that I know, but my infatuation with the perfect idea of you won’t let me see them, even when I wish to. I do. I want to know them and love you even more. Not my perfect idea of you. You. 
E.B. (via calmfolly)

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 Everyone is a lesson. 
A reminder (via black—lamb)

(via dying)

 Always go after him. No matter how mad she seems. He loves you more than words can tell. 

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 Some people are so broken,
They get mad at you for being whole. 

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