It’s possible to fall in love with somebody who doesn’t treat us well, who makes us feel worse about ourselves, who doesn’t hold the same respect for us as we do for them, or who has such a dysfunctional life themselves that they threaten to bring us down with them.
It’s possible to fall in love with somebody who has different ambitions or life goals that are contradictory to our own, who holds different philosophical beliefs or worldviews that clash with our own sense of reality.
It’s possible to fall in love with somebody who sucks for us and our happiness.
“I know the police love their ridiculous unnecessary military equipment. So here’s another patronizing test: let’s take it all away from them, and IF they can make it through a whole month without killing a single unarmed black man, then and only then, can they get their fucking toys back.”—John Oliver on Ferguson, MO
“…when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression” … because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding.”—Robin Williams Did Not Die From Suicide. (via nedhepburn)