the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”—Cassandra Clare (via psych-facts)
“Unless you can look me in the eye and tell me that I don’t deserve you or that you are incapable of loving me, I’m not going anywhere.
I don’t care about the burdens that your past might bring in the future, or the bad habits I see you effortlessly trying to break.
As long as we’re both alive and on this earth, I can’t imagine us not being together. I’ve bled myself dry of spilling reasons for you to stay, so please don’t tell me that this isn’t enough.
I chose you long, long ago, knowing what I was getting myself into. And I’m convinced that I would’ve chosen you lifetimes before.”—Connotativewords | jl | Forever Endeavor (via connotativewords)