Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating.
Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.

- I Wrote This For You: The Efficiency And Perfection Of The Lost

Hello! I haven't been blogging as I've been busy with class chalet and prom and sometimes when I had the time I was just busy with something else. 

Anyway, expect an update from me Thursday evening! Until then, xx.