I didn’t look for perfection
Because I am not perfection.
I am a hurricane,
And I knew you were perfect for me When you smiled
And I saw the wildfire in your eyes. Then you hugged me
And I felt your fingertips burning my skin
And that’s when I knew
I had to have you.

"You may be a wildfire but I’m a hurricane"
- asceticcomposer (via homestuckbandshomestuckbands)

I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World  (via whyallcaps)