Some people say that love is blind. That when you love someone, you do not see their flaws. Your friends tell you that the one you love is abusive. Is disgusting. Is this, is that. But you don’t see it. You tolerate days of mistreatment for moments of bliss. Because you are in love.
“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. Except in the Twilightseries.
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 blitzkreigkate)
you told me we should spend more time together because you are leaving. but what the hell have you done now? i just want your companion. if you think that you cant do that just tell me earlier. so i wont hope so much.
fuck my fucking life. i made the wrong decision am i. i fucking retard to sacrifice this fucking worthless acts.
how i wish i can turn back the time. things would not go so wrong. life would be more happier.
i think i made a huge mistake in my 19 years existence living in this world. bigger than that form 1 accident.
i have been trying my best not to breakdown every night. not to sob at the simple little things. not to shed tears thinking about things that should be the past.
I’m selfish and petty. i know but that’s only towards you as i put so much hope in you yet you are just no differences from others. i purposely stay so long here just to spend more time with you yet you left me alone. thinking how long we could stay together before you left for Australia, i lie to my parents. i tried to book late flight. i never went back home a week before Christmas. usually i will be at home at the early December. but because of you, i delay it. however, you never seems to care. you never seems to make effort. i know you are busy. i know you have a big circle of friends. but can you please do that after i left?
you demand me to spend time with you in the past 3 weeks. but when i demand you to do the same to me, you reluctant to do. we always end up trying not to fight every night after phone calls.
i wish you know what i feel. i never cry for someone for so much before. never. i told myself i will never cry for you again. just give me time then i will be cold-hearted to you. by that time, don’t blame me for being like that. that’s my shield to prevent me from being hurt deeper.
i might be want to break up with you if this going on further because it doesnt make any different when im with you. im not freaking happy or pampered when im with you. i just became more and more emotional. that’s not good.
you promise me so many things. fortunately, i have a bad memory to remember all of them. but still, i never want to believe in your promises now. when you fail to fulfill your promises, it means you lie. and u have lied so much. im just getting numb each passing day now.
not seeing you for 1 day last time was a torture. now i hope I’m not seeing you for the next 2 weeks. because you seem to have so many reasons not to come to spend time with me. so why not you just go and spend time with your friends now and when that 2 weeks is approaching, I’m already going home.
now, im trying to erase things that remind me of you. when im able to forget those things dont blame me for you are the one who drives me to take that action.
your present was ready since days ago. yet, you still don’t want to collect it. fine then. when i don’t feel like giving you, i will just give to someone who really will treasure it.
i really hope you are reading this, but i know you wont. ha. never mind. i just need somewhere to pour out all these thoughts that have been lingering in my brain.