We are all a little weird. When we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we call it LOVE.
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff." -The Doctor
"I was 90% sure it wouldn't kill you." *slaps him* "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" "The other ten percent."
You're value doesn't decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth.
"She's my person. If I murdered someone, she's the one I'd call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She's my person."
I'm not even going to get mad anymore. I just have to learn to expect the lowest from people, even the ones I thought the highest of.
