love is not a reaction or an action;
it is not a destiny or a choice.
love is a feeling, a real, raw, and unscripted emotion, so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken, and warm even the coldest of hearts.
innate.
unavoidable.
undeniable.
and sometimes, love is unconventional and it breaks all the rules and blurs all the lines and basks in its glory, shining as bright as the sun, unapologetically glowing even under narrowed stares, of society and its screaming self-righteous morals berating and judging that which it does not understand.
~ found on tumblr a while ago
