Posts tagged love
Posts tagged love
A message for the sad folks: Don’t read magazines. Don’t read poems. Don’t recite quotations. Don’t cross-reference your feelings with any of it. Don’t buy the marketed version of love.
Love isn’t extravagant. It arrives unannounced and will probably eat from your fridge for months before you realize it’s there. You are making no mistakes just because you think you can’t find it. Love doesn’t want you to look.
Love is mundane, my friends. It’s going to the grocery store with someone because who the fuck else would you ask, anyway? It’s sleepily explaining the rules of football even though it will probably take three more times to make sense of it. Love is not sensational. Love is simply a part of life.
Like a job, graduation, a car and future fortune, it arrives when it arrives. So dry your tears. Love is on the way.
this twitter is horrifying
I’m in love with this.
Rod Serling would approve.
Go for someone you don’t feel like you have to impress in order to receive their attention, approval, time or love. Maybe at first you will be saddled by the worry that you need to be on your best behavior to leave a good impression, but when you find yourself more worried by what they think than who you are, consider that this person may be wrong for you. Romance should be a lovely feeling. Crave someone who makes you feel like you’re moving toward who you are organically. Find someone who is constructive praise and criticism all at once. Find someone who helps you find yourself all on your own. It probably sounds confounding now, but trust me that kind of person is out there.
Ways to make me love you:
I just gotta say that when I fall for someone, they pretty much own me. I would do anything for them — even more so if they asked it of me. It’s a scary and dangerous thing, which is why I’m careful not to show it. But then that usually means they can never tell how much they mean to me and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing or what. To not only trust someone implicitly with your whole being knowing they could kill you with one sudden move. But also never telling them so they can never experience what I harbor for them. This conundrum lets them kill me either way, and I haven’t a clue what I can do about it.
I aspire to receive this type of hate mail.