"I have never understood the concept of infatuation. It has always been my understanding that being “infatuated” with someone means you think you are in love, but you’re actually not; infatuation is (supposedly) just a foolish, fleeting feeling. But if being “in love” is an abstract notion, and it’s not tangible, and there is no way to physically prove it to anyone else… well, how is being in love any different than having an infatuation? They’re both human constructions. If you think you’re in love with someone and you feel like you’re in love with someone, then you obviously are; thinking and feeling is the sum total of what love is. Why do we feel an obligation to certify emotions with some kind of retrospective, self-imposed authenticity?"
I’d just like to take a moment to express how fucking perfect this is.. And spot on might I add.
I’ve been trying to find words to explain the sadness.
If this was any more accurate it’d be written by me
This took the words right out of my mouth.
this is exaclty how I feel
thank you know i finally found words to fucking describe whats going on
This is really great
i’ve never read something that makes me feel like its written about me this much before
I fucking love this… This is literally me omfg
THIS IS SO FUCKING ACCURATE