My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
― (58/365) by (KJ)

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 wascabar)