“I want someone who won’t care that I hate wearing shoes,that I’m incapable of sitting still, that I can’t grasp the concept of cleaning, and I refuse to be ladylike. Someone who realizes that half the decisionsI make are usually ones I regret, and I have the right to overreact at any given moment. I want someone who knows how completely insane I am, and he wouldn’t want me any other way.”—thelovenotebook (via thelovenotebook)
So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
Have you ever thought to yourself “fuck i love that magic song about wanting to marry a girl but her father disapproves, but it’d be so much better covered by a girl without changing the pronouns” because IF SO I have the cover for you.