perfection is perception.

i love forts made with sheets, hammocks, twinkly lights, and whiskey. ♥

When do you throw in the towel? admit that a lost cause is just that? there comes a point where it all just becomes too much, when we get too tired to fight anymore. so we give up. that’s when the real work begins. to find hope where there seems to be absolutely none at all

—Grey’s Anatomy (via bakeandfornicate)

(Source: oddvibez)