October 2009
18 posts
The Wrong Flower, The Wrong Boy
Wednesday, 24 August 2005: Last night was my last night working at Mandoo Bar. The 16 yr. old mexican busboy who has a huge crush on me bought me a dozen red roses. Red roses are so unoriginal. Give me a potted white orchid anyday.
i want to run wild through a garden and dance in fields of orchids, light as a fairy
“We can fool ourselves for a time, and we often do. But only for a time.”
“The worst thing you could do is kill my butterflies.”
– Anita Leung or Janet Lau in 2006, don´t remember..
The choice to love
That obsession [of the “in love” feeling] was not meant to last forever. In the textbook of marriage, it is but the introduction. The heart of the book is rational, volitional love. That is the kind of love to which the sages have always called us. It is intentional.
That is good news to the married couple who have lost all of their “in love” feelings. If love is a...
Life is Poetry →
“My life is my message.” - Gandhi (via alicia)
howtobearomantic:
Being romantic is checking your gmail every 30 minutes or more just in case he’s replied back yet. Even though if he did reply you know you’re going to wait an hour before responding, an hour of rolling his words around your head and savoring it like a starburst in your mouth. Until it diminishes and leaves nothing but a sweet aftertaste.
But that is caused by the desire to be...
Being romantic is checking your gmail every 30 minutes or more just in case he’s replied back yet. Even though if he did reply you know you’re going to wait an hour before responding, an hour of rolling his words around your head and savoring it like a starburst in your mouth. Until it diminishes and leaves nothing but a sweet aftertaste.
howtobearomantic:
howtobearomantic:
Oftentimes one likes the idea of the person and the relationship more than the real person.
But there are scarce times, when one dislikes the idea but cannot help but like the person.
Which time is this, I wonder?
For years, I tried to escape her. I did everything… I hated the idea, yet it tormented me like a re-occurring nightmare, keeping me up at...
howtobearomantic:
Oftentimes one likes the idea of the person and the relationship more than the real person.
But there are scarce times, when one dislikes the idea but cannot help but like the person.
Which time is this, I wonder?
For years, I tried to escape her. I did everything… I hated the idea, yet it tormented me like a re-occurring nightmare, keeping me up at night.
I’ve...
Oftentimes one likes the idea of the person and the relationship more than the real person.
But there are scarce times, when one dislikes the idea but cannot help but like the person.
Which time is this, I wonder?
To write in past tense →
This tears me up inside… It’s excruciating when people name the feelings whose faces I know all too well.
“Love requires effort and discipline. It is the choice to expend energy in an...”
– Gary Chapman, The Five Love Languages
“You are my reason for living, even if you don’t know it.”
