There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Beau Taplin (via sunflower-mama)
Do not call me perfect,
a lie is never a compliment.
Call me an erratic
Then tell me that you
love me for it.
Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via bewwbs)
If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?