The problem is I’m hopelessly in love withBeau Taplin || Imaginary love. (via afadthatlastsforever)
the idea of a person who never truly existed.
It takes me back to when it all first started
But I’ve only got myself to blame for it, and I accept it now
It’s time to let it go, go out and start again
But it’s not that easy
But I hate when I feel like this
And I never hated you
If you don’t to be with me, just say and I will go.
I was going to do something as I’ve been awake since half 7, but now I plan on staying in bed and feeling sorry for myself..