but i don’t want to be loved because he “can just bitch to [me] lor”. 

that will not do.

i want to be loved because he sees my Vulnerability, the need for assurance and validation that i am still young and golden, able to live as i want to without fear or inferiority, with him by my side as i take the world by storm. i want wit, and charm, and elegance and sophistication, i want Romance, and inside jokes, and secret smiles; i want Faith in each other’s brilliance; i want big dreams with every chance of coming true. i want champagne toasts to our success on a skyscraper balcony above cheering crowds, fireworks within an arm’s reach; i want bright hot sand between our toes, perched on a rock with cold beers and an acoustic guitar; i want nights on a secluded beach with only sea and stars to witness our promises; i want my happily ever after in a sunlit meadow cradled in strong arms against broad shoulders and a firm chest, a low bass crooning Keats and Wordsworth and Shakespeare and Blake into the curve of my neck between hot wet kisses -

i want Love, and i will not settle for less.

not going to happen with you anymore, M, i’m sorry (am i?)

i feel extremely extremely validated and humbled that they think me capable enough to handle all of this.

nanflanagan:

a moment of silence for all the teenage couples who compare themselves to Romeo and Juliet

(via fool-ofatook)

livin-la-vida-lokiii:

OMG ALL LOKI FANS SHOULD JUST TURN UP AT A CINEMA TO WATCH AVENGERS TOGETHER AND FILL ALL THE SEATS AND JUST SQUEAL AND GET UP AND APPLAUD EVERY TIME LOKI COMES ON SCREEN AND SHOUT WITTY THINGS AT HIM AND THE WHOLE CINEMA WOULD BE LIKE OMG JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL AND JUST HAVE A GREAT TIME IN GENERAL AND WE SHOULD ALL HAVE A BIG PARTY AFTERWARDS AND TRASH THE CINEMA BECAUSE FEELS 

(via theladyofimladris)