You make me want to rip my hair out because you move so slowly. You absolutely infuriate me when don’t trust what I am telling you. I wish I could push you off a building when you hurt me. But then you look at me with that face that just makes me laugh at myself for being so angry, you’re always right, and you kiss me and we wrestle until we kiss some more. Being in love makes me insane.
Neale Donald Walsch (via uncaged-disengaged)
mine. (via diced—pineapple)