Todas las cosas que hiciste por alguien y nunca se enteró ni se va a enterar o las cosas que callaste por cuidar al otro y no lastimarlo, para mi son el amor más real que existe.
*toc toc* random: Who is this? fandom: Hallo! We come to talk to you about the word of our lady and saviour Cassandra Clare. random: Oh, not today…than-
ever fall super hard for someone and you’re just wondering what demon has possessed your soul because there is literally nothing at all striking about them
Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.
