thepastelqueenofhell:

“I turned him into poetry. I romanticized every flaw and softened his edges. I made him into something fragile and courageous. I wrote you out to be some sort of beautiful lesson. that’s why I don’t blame you for this heartache. I fell in love with someone who didn’t actually exist. I fell in love with the person I made you out to be. you were cold to the touch yet I wrote about how you brought a fire to my chest. the guy I wrote about never existed. I broke my own heart.”

— s. faye (via red-summer-dress)

(via thepastelqueenofhell)

flutterbygarden:

The whole Voltron adventure started because Blue Lion recognized the potential in Lance

I’m not crying, you’re crying

rainforestgeek:

Pidge: Can I ask you a weird question?

Lance: Oh here we go again

Pidge: Don’t you think “do not touch” is one of the scariest things to read in braille?

Lance: Okay, what the HELL goes on in your head?

As long as I live, this loss will be with me.