
To each their own I suppose. I have a deep personal meaning of what love is.

I’m sorry I actually DON’T want to date someone quite that high maintenance. Sure, everyone has moments, but why is the only indication of “true love” sticking it out when your partners a whiney bitch? Love is when your partner lifts you up, not drags you down with their emotional baggage and bullshit. I don’t want perpetual negativity in my life. I don’t care how much I REALLY love someone. Love isn’t about picking up someone’s else’s mess. It about picking up your own mess before getting involved. It’s supposed to be simple. Carefree. Happy.
(Source: colettekristann, via -anothergirlanotherplanet)
Guys, I’m trying to analyze the urge I was feeling. Let me tell you, it was oh so appealing.