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lowkeat: Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of...

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:33:12 -0700

Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love

"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:08:34 -0700

“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”

- Alain de Botton (via anditslove)

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Fri, 17 May 2013 09:07:34 -0700

"When she starts bringing up old dirt, and the fights keep getting worse, find a number in her purse..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 12:52:48 -0700

“When she starts bringing up old dirt, and the fights keep getting worse, find a number in her purse — you better put that woman first”

- Jaheim

I try to think to myself, “things could be worse”. But then I remember that things could...

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:13:00 -0700

I try to think to myself, “things could be worse”. But then I remember that things could have been better, too.

I don’t know which end of the spectrum to look, at times. Of course everyone would agree to the “brighter side”, however, most realists (as myself) acknowledge that reality inevitably hits, if not sooner — then later. This dilemma mocks the “encouraging” side of me because once I try to catapult myself forward, I find myself taking more steps backward. “If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.” Maybe this is my answer, I wonder. I’m very… stubborn. I do not like being helped even though it is evident that I urgently need another’s assistance, I like doing most things on my own. However, this obviously fails me time and time again as I think I got it (whatever it may be at the time) under control, when in the end I never did from the start.

Oh my, what in the world am I going to do. What do I believe. Where do I go from here. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has these kinds of talks with themselves.

I’m going to be honest and admit that I am really not doing well in a lot of what I should be...

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:01:00 -0700

I’m going to be honest and admit that I am really not doing well in a lot of what I should be doing well in. I don’t know. Right now, I am definitely being tested on my character and I am really not pleased with the results. Oh man, someone please talk sense into me. Slap the reality in my face right now. I don’t need any sugar-coated comments.. can someone please hit me with reality?

Please. I am going way down hill. Or at least it feels like it.

do you ever find yourself complaining too much?

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:32:59 -0700

LMAO YES. I complain a lot. haha!

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Thu, 09 May 2013 23:44:36 -0700

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 07:12:33 -0700

He is like caffeine to me:

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:39:44 -0700

ventilated:

wakes me up

energizes me

gets me through the day

can make me crash

has me always wanting more

GOUDA.: Writing.

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:38:49 -0700

GOUDA.: Writing.:

ventilated:

Writing is the music your imagination plays when your fingers touch paper with pens bleeding the blood to give your words life. Writing is the sun rising over snow capped mountain tops still embedding the coldest region of this earth with her heat. Writing is the rhythmic chug of a newborn’s heart that is too tender in its existence, but amongst external noise, still there. Writing is the weapon used to protect and strengthen rather than hurt and weaken others. Writing is the outlet one uses to escape the ongoing conspiracy of reality. Writing is the opportunity for others to construct bridging sentences to help them overcome their hardships and struggle. Writing is the written and read bliss felt by those who find refuge and euphoria in its potential. Writing is linked to bold point pens and sharp end pencils meant to illustrate the inanimate and intangible through words and style variations. Writing isn’t a fashion, but rather a passion.

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has..."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:28:30 -0700

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Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

”

- Rosemary Urquico (via fameinsanity)\

I love this.

(via ventilated)

conveys: i promise to love every part of you

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 02:32:06 -0700

conveys:

i promise to love every part of you

Withdrawals from love, are the worst

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 02:28:00 -0700

Don’t fall for me.

Please, I beg you. Do not fall for me. Before you cross my path, tie your shoes and be wary of the cracks or crevices that could so easily trip you. Let your eyes never leave sight of your foot steps, your head stay bowed to the ground. Heck, shut your lids, don’t even bother trying to sneak a peak. Don’t ever allow your eyes to lock with mine..

The window to my soul is not a sight worth seeing.

It’s the hotel room you call customer service to switch because the beautiful iridescent reflection of the ocean you intended to pay for, is hidden behind a big ugly tree. It’s the time when you hiked up mission peak at four in the morning to catch the sunrise, only to climb up to a pool of clouds overcasting the sun. The window to my soul is a brick wall.

A barricade. With bricks that scream, “for your own safety, do not tear down”. Because what’s behind that barrier is nothing anyone can love. So please, do not tear down my wall. Save yourself from disappointment.

My window is a shield to guard all that I am: a pile of ripped up memories, with a twisted definition of the word hope, and scars - deep, stitched up over and over again, bloody, wounds with old band-aids to try to mask it’s severity. I’m a fucked up mess, so why the hell would I ever allow anyone to see me for who I really am: I am. A fucked up. Mess.

I could tell of all the things I don’t believe in anymore, all the nights I spent trying to figure it all out, and all the trust I’ll never ever give again, but why does it matter. If you really want to know, then take the risk. Fall for me, as hard as you can. Make sure you trip on your shoelace, and then the crack, and fall flat on your face. Stare closely into my eyes. Tear down the brick wall. Only then will you see why you should had never fell for me.

I’m a soul that can’t be saved.

Yet, a part of me hopes that maybe you’d be the person to change that..

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Mon, 15 Apr 2013 01:02:50 -0700

helainetieu: My ex didn’t ruin other guys for me. My ex ruined me for other guys.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:56:49 -0700

helainetieu:

My ex didn’t ruin other guys for me.
My ex ruined me for other guys.

deepfriedlumpia: krizteenn: Through all the darkness, there is light. Never give up. ^ #Preach.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:43:32 -0700

deepfriedlumpia:

krizteenn:

Through all the darkness, there is light. Never give up.

^ #Preach.

these-times-will-pass: Love quotes? you will love this blog!

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:31:29 -0700

these-times-will-pass:

Love quotes? you will love this blog!

"Let go of relationships that do not serve you. That means negative people, dishonest people, people..."

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 01:39:00 -0700

“Let go of relationships that do not serve you. That means negative people, dishonest people, people who don’t respect you, people who are overly critical and relationships that prevent you from growing. You can’t grow as a person, if you don’t have people in your life who want to grow with you.”

- (via stevenrosas)

the-absolute-best-posts: contraband-kissing: omg I love this so...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 01:37:42 -0700

the-absolute-best-posts:

contraband-kissing:

omg I love this so much

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