Love isn’t blind, nor whorey, no mental disease, and plenty sense of humor.
Love is more like a powerful, celibate, cunning god who gets her kicks some days from romance and love and the sex she can’t have, and sometimes from bitter, double-irony (where it’s ironic in the sense that most people use it *and* ironic the way irony actually means).
EDIT: I only correct you because I don’t give love enough credit to think that she’s blind: love knows exactly what she’s doing.
(Source: xlunatonex, via bigdaddyshaves)