~ Maya Angelou (via lonequixote)

I am always so full of foolish hope. Ms Angelou forgot something though. She forgot that love isn’t easy.

She forgot to write about the parts where love leaps the fence, catches it’s pants on a nail at the top, loses it’s balance and falls face first in the mud. Bruised and limping love keeps going. Love is a chump. A gloriously hopeful chump of an under dog. 

Thank god I don’t mind the bruises.