We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
I love owls and they love each other, this picture couldn’t get any better.
awkward moment when owls have a better love life than you..
It’s impossible NOT to reblog this. =//////3/////=