Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I am such the romantic that you'd never know it.
I want so much to have it that I'm scared to death to even vocalize it, for the small chance that it might ruin my romantic future.
It's so easy to brush off "those types". Who always seem to be suffering a break up, or suffering through the search of finding their one true love. Or posting those generic quotes on facebook that make every person that reads it want to be in, or with, their love.
Personally, I have always been in love. I am a serial long-term monogamist. I love to be in a relationship. I love to be in love.
What more then should I want? What more then could I need? Nothing...and everything.
I might not believe in a soul mate, or in a knight in shining armour. But I do believe in being stupid, ridiculous in love.
Like,
Asking someone to marry you because you know 30 years from now you'll still be laughing at stupid jokes together.
Not having anything to offer except a promise that everyday spent together will be the most sincere, the most "i hope this never end" days one can offer.
I believe in being happy, without 4 cars, a mortgage, crazy long work hours, an ipad, twitter, etc etc.
Give me saturday morning thai food breakfast, bike ride laughter, entire television show series on netflix.
I'm a simple girl, with a simple wish.
I want to do so much with my life and you make me wonder if i'll ever be as happy, traveling all over the world, as I am right here with you.
I want so much to have it that I'm scared to death to even vocalize it, for the small chance that it might ruin my romantic future.
It's so easy to brush off "those types". Who always seem to be suffering a break up, or suffering through the search of finding their one true love. Or posting those generic quotes on facebook that make every person that reads it want to be in, or with, their love.
Personally, I have always been in love. I am a serial long-term monogamist. I love to be in a relationship. I love to be in love.
What more then should I want? What more then could I need? Nothing...and everything.
I might not believe in a soul mate, or in a knight in shining armour. But I do believe in being stupid, ridiculous in love.
Like,
Asking someone to marry you because you know 30 years from now you'll still be laughing at stupid jokes together.
Not having anything to offer except a promise that everyday spent together will be the most sincere, the most "i hope this never end" days one can offer.
I believe in being happy, without 4 cars, a mortgage, crazy long work hours, an ipad, twitter, etc etc.
Give me saturday morning thai food breakfast, bike ride laughter, entire television show series on netflix.
I'm a simple girl, with a simple wish.
I want to do so much with my life and you make me wonder if i'll ever be as happy, traveling all over the world, as I am right here with you.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
My newest of obsessions
The name pulp comes from the cheap wood pulp paper on which the magazines were printed.
Pulps were the successor to the penny dreadfuls, dime novels, and short fiction magazines of the nineteenth century.
Pulps were the successor to the penny dreadfuls, dime novels, and short fiction magazines of the nineteenth century.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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