Thursday, June 23, 2011
It's an odd feeling
but it's like, Andy has a date with someone, and I'm not upset. I thought I would be, or that I'd feel something different. My first and honest reaction was that I smiled and thought "cuuute". Because really, I'm sure I was a terrible first girlfriend to have, and I hope this works out better for him. Truly, he seems really happy about it all and that makes me happy.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Then It Makes Sense
My heart lines itself out and says "If I'm not ready to be married, I'm not ready to be dating."
The Potential To Fall In Love
The last --- I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose.Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
- Chuck Klosterman
- Chuck Klosterman
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy:
I want to go somewhere I've never been, and I'd like to go with you.
~Trillian
~Trillian
Friday, June 10, 2011
Black and White
Nothing but black. Like closing your eyes. Solid, comforting black. Almost peaceful. Not like white. White is clean. It makes you anxious. You feel like you are going to dirty something so pure. Something so delicate you can't harm it. No, black is much better. You can't soil what is already soiled. Black holds the unknown. Peace, comfort, safety, and all things not allowed in this damned world.
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