
“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 Fcking Wreck and I Love You For It”
(via wordsnquotes)
“Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours.”
— Sweater Weather (the nbhd)
Springtime by Pierre-Auguste Cot, European Paintings
“emotions
flowing like a
river
tonight”
— the current is trying to take me under
