When I call someone perfect, it doesn’t mean I think they have no flaws, it doesn’t mean I think they’re the most attractive person on the planet, it doesn’t mean I think they’ve never made any mistakes. when I call someone perfect, it means I love them wholly and entirely despite anything and everything, and that, to me, is perfect.
(Source: littlecolleenthings, via underthecitylightss)
Reblog and see if you get a color.
PURPLE:
I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
FUSCHIA:
I wish we were friends in real life.
RED:
I love you with a burning passion.
GREY:
I wish you would notice me.
PINK:
I think you should follow me.
INDIGO:
Roleplay with me please?
TEAL:
We have a lot in common.
BLUE:
You are my tumblr crush.
ORANGE:
I don’t like your blog.
YELLOW:
FUCK ME PLEASE.
WHITE:
MARRY ME PLEASE.
GREEN:
I think you’re cute.
BLACK:
I would date you.
BROWN:
I don’t like you.
RAINBOW:
Skype info?
