Post reblogged from Booklover with 70 notes
He was dreaming again. He was dreaming that he was brand new. That he wasn’t falling apart. That he had never been disappointed before. That he was nothing but blue shiny sky. He was dreaming again that his world was one big piece of greatness, and that he had a favourite girl who would always be there for him and never give him hard angry eyes.
Source: keremmermutlu
^I can never write shorts like this. o_o Most awesome, you are.