Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love.
In one week I’ll be canoeing the James River from its source back to Richmond IS THIS REAL LIFE
stay turnt, pony boy
― abraham lincoln, the gettysburg address (via partybarackisinthehousetonight)
The people who are the hardest to love are the ones who need it the most.