"Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. Who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. Fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love."

(via apolis)

(Source: stay-impure)

extra0rdinarilym3:

igooutwithabang:

when I commit to a person, I FUCKING COMMIT. if their depression, anxiety or life comes knocking, you bet your ass i’m at the door with a double sided axe waiting for a good fight. 

you cant expect people, to always be happy, even if they are in love. because life doesn’t stop for anyone. But you can be there for the good fight. 

my god why can’t everyone be like this

But sometimes a fight isn’t yours and sometimes their happiness is beyond your capabilities/reach, because first they have to do it for themselves. It is beautiful to want to fight with every ounce of effort you possess for the person you love but at a certain point you’re fighting a current much bigger than you. The best thing you can really do for your partner is to fight your OWN battles with that valor, because that’s where you can make headway. You can impact your own happiness, your own attitude, and forge yourself into a better more stable more capable more wise partner for your partner. More importantly, even, is that when lovers leave and family dies and friends move away or disappear into relationships you’ll still always have you, so you should be someone you like and respect and know well and care for.

hexgoddess:

see-reverse-side:

hexgoddess:

What? Bisexual? She can’t be bisexual, you’re only bisexual if you’re actively fucking two people of two differing genders at the same exact time. The moment you stop fucking them you’re suddenly not bi anymore. It’s science.

I suppose that means we bi people exist in quantum superposition until someone observes us having sex.

Schrodinger’s Sexuality