It’s not supposed to be perfect, and no one is supposed to understand it. It’s meant to be chaotic, and it’s meant to make you cringe. If you haven’t cried in a while, or felt like shit in even longer, then you’re most likely doing something wrong. This isn’t here for constant perfection, or some cliche’ happy ending. It’s here to be real, and to keep your heart beating, and to keep you wanting more. There is supposed to be a bright light of hope in your heart, and a black hole of the unknown in your mind.
None of this makes sense, but all of it is worth it.
(Source: midnight-memories, via abirabdulrahim)
