“Because I can call you an asshole and you’ll call me a bitch right back. And I can annoy you by poking your arm and you’ll annoy me by making noises in my ear. And I’ll steal all the pillows from you and you’ll steal all the covers from me. That’s how I know our relationship works. I don’t have to worry about making you feel bad by calling you a name and you don’t have to worry about me telling you to stop annoying me. As for the sheets and pillows? Screw it. We always end up with nothing but each other anyways. Because I like how I don’t have to walk on egg shells around you and you like how I’m so easy going. Because we’re both just as weird, just as annoying and still inseparable. So go ahead call me a bitch again- you’re an asshole and frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
(what’s love- but only two people being able to get along through everything and anything- and yes that includes being sprayed with cold water.)
waking up next to you is my favourite thing in the world. you think you look disgusting and i know you feel grotty because i do too but seeing you look so raw and so real (and so beautiful) only proves to me that i’m not still trapped in a beautiful dream from the night before.