May the Lord Have His Grilled Cheese

Figuring it out. 20. Atlanta.

When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a person.

—Joss Whedon (via weretheperfectharmony)

(Source: infinitives, via liesdeceptionsuicide)