How to Be a Romantic

"A lot of men want a woman to mother them. They get with a woman and all they do is regress to the..."

pneuma — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 12:24:35 -0400

“A lot of men want a woman to mother them. They get with a woman and all they do is regress to the point where you might think he might not be capable to take care of himself at all. I don’t want another mother. I want a woman. I want to rise to the occasion. I want to learn and bask in your glow. I want to protect you and do whatever I can to give you strength. There is no twist to this. I am not about to blow my brains out. You have not cut me up like others have. It’s just this. I want to love you with everything in me. I need your help because I don’t know anything about it. I am suspicious and ready to leave and hit the cold road for the frozen dawn. I am just going to trust you with everything in me. I see now that it’s the only reason to be here. After kissing you, I cannot remember what it was like to kiss any other woman. At this point I am not sure if I ever have.”

- Henry Rollins (via thatkindofwoman)

"I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it..."

pneuma — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 22:17:49 -0400

““I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once. “”

- Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

*Thank you for filling me up. I only need this once, continuously overflowing, I only need you.

"When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers."

jonnytran — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 12:44:54 -0400

“When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.”

- Oscar Wilde

"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak..."

pneuma — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 11:57:25 -0400

“I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.”

- Victor Hugo, French writer

As a ninja, I stole hearts silently in the night. As a pirate, I...

jonnytran — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 21:49:09 -0500

As a ninja, I stole hearts silently in the night.
As a pirate, I take them by force.

(Me, age 10.)

If I still believed...

jonnytran — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 21:44:45 -0500

…what would I post?

The times I don't seek you out...

jonnytran — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 21:37:00 -0500

…are the times I need you the most.

Unfortunately this makes no sense in retrospect. Feelings are not always on my side.

jeffreyzhangds: Unknown.

pneuma — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 14:44:36 -0500

jeffreyzhangds:

Unknown.

daroit: Amor Hermoso (Taken with instagram) Translation: the...

pneuma — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 13:11:00 -0500

daroit:

Amor Hermoso (Taken with instagram)

Translation: the street of beautiful love

Location: Madrid, Spain

Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart. Never give up, never lose hope. Allah says, “The...

pneuma — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 18:42:24 -0500

Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart.

Never give up, never lose hope.

Allah says, “The broken ones are my beloved.”

Crush your heart. Be broken.

- Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir, aka Nobody, Son of Nobody

After all these years, I still yearn for you. And if we die, and...

pneuma — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 03:43:00 -0500

After all these years, I still yearn for you. And if we die, and are reincarnated, I believe we’ll find each other again.

(Amsterdam, Nederlands, November 2010)

To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover’s chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover’s robe be...

jonnytran — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 13:16:31 -0500

To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover’s chest feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.

— Rumi (via fuckyeahrumi)

slaughterhouse90210: “Sometimes it felt like there was a part...

jonnytran — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 00:22:08 -0500

slaughterhouse90210:

“Sometimes it felt like there was a part of me inside him that I ached to get to.”

—Lily King, Father of the Rain

They say hell is knowing heaven, and then losing it. Blessed...

jonnytran — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 14:46:00 -0500

They say hell is knowing heaven, and then losing it.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

As much as I want to erase the memories sometimes, I can’t.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.

…But I couldn’t do this, even if it were possible.

(How can this be? when it’s all an illusion.)

"There will come a time when you won’t be able to ignore what you’re running away from. ..."

jonnytran — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 11:57:00 -0500

“There will come a time when you won’t be able to ignore what you’re running away from. Why put it off? Wouldn’t it be better to live the rest of your life without having to be on the run?”

- Art Ticknor, Solid Ground of Being

Dreams of my love ironically keep us separate.

jonnytran — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 13:12:55 -0500

Dreams of my love ironically keep us separate.

"If you want to work on your art, work on your life."

pneuma — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 05:21:34 -0500

“If you want to work on your art, work on your life.”

- Anton Chekhov

As long as I exist, we can never be one.

jonnytran — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 09:34:00 -0500

As long as there is a “you” and a “me”, there will always be two. The sages say the self causes us to not see what truly is. That “I” am simply an imaginary mental construct. This construct will always be separate. The way to become one — transcend the boundaries between myself and what I love most — is to see that I don’t really exist.

In the same way that right now I can imagine next Friday, but right now, next Friday and everything I imagine in it doesn’t exist (it’s only a mental construct), I also imagine myself. That I exist over time and have a story as to how I got here. This is actually not our first-hand direct experience. In a way, you must be more scientific than scientists.

The sages say that if you can see this and accept its implications, you’ll see that everything is One.

As much as I complain about the cold, I love Autumn. Its palette...

pneuma — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 08:51:00 -0500

As much as I complain about the cold, I love Autumn. Its palette of colours reminds me of change and progress. An approaching deathly winter wonderland, and the rebirth that always occurs soon after. That’s probably why I wouldn’t be able to live somewhere that’s hot and sunny and idyll all year round, it’s a false sense of security and happiness. As one of my favourite authors Madeleine L’Engle says:

“In Egypt, I learned why the women drew black lines of kohl around their eyes: to produce shadow, to protect their eyes from the fierceness of the sun. We see because of the sun, but if there were no shadows that light would quickly blind us. We need the shadows of buildings to protect us at least a little from heat.”

I have never wanted to become music, until I heard La Roux. I...

jonnytran — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 02:01:00 -0500

I have never wanted to become music, until I heard La Roux. I have simply never loved a piece of music so much before, to the point where I wanted to merge with it.

Thank you… I can only describe it as bittersweet, though, as I can never be one with it.