If you want to show someone they’re ‘worth it’, you hold on when it gets rough. When they want to let go, you show them why they shouldn’t. You show up. You attempt the impossible. Show up in the pouring rain and stand at their doorstep, heart in hand. You call them and confess your love at 2am through desperate tears. But you sure as hell don’t let go. Love is messy, love is rough. If it’s not worth the clean up it wasn’t love.
A romantic concept for a realist to understand (via breathe-deep)
Ugh I need a better job, a real job :/
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