On the Subject of Love

Vent. Vent. Vent.

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 21:11:51 -0400

I must be honest. I don’t write this blog for the benefit of any of you readers. I write to vent my own fustrations. I write of the pitfalls. Of the jealousy, of the neediness, of the sacrifices. Let’s face it, people.

This shit is real.

And above all I write to figure out why I am so damn bitter about love when I have experienced so much of its uplifting wonders. Why do I approach relationships with a masochisitic point of view? The way I see it, most people develop this sort of attitude due to heartbreak or family issues. My heart still remains undamaged and my family showers me with love and support. It leads me to the conclusion that my need for self-destruction stems from the lack of destruction in my life. I live a very blessed life, folks. I almost feel as though I cause disturbances within my relationship simply to break the monotony.

My life is very boring. I need something I can confess till all of my sleeves are stained red from all of the truth that I’ve said.

"Do you know what it is like to be a lover? Do you know what it is like to be half of a whole?"

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 00:09:22 -0400

“Do you know what it is like to be a lover? Do you know what it is like to be half of a whole?”

- Inception

On the Subject of Trust

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 00:08:29 -0400

People say trust is absolutely essential to any relationship. Trust. What does it mean, my friends? The romantic 13 year old girl in me replies “Trust is trusting the other person not to hurt you.” Indeed that response comes from someone who is naive enough to think it. In other words, a 13 year old girl who has yet experienced her first real relationship. A relationship demands pain as much as it demands joy. A relationship without suffering must be one not worth worrying about. Trusting someone not to hurt you makes no sense because, whether they intend to or not, there will be some pain. What does it mean to trust someone? Perhaps a more fine tuned answer would be something along the lines of this…

Trust is trusting the other person not to hurt you intentionally.

Comfort or Love?

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 17:23:00 -0400

Surely being with the person I love wouldn’t cause me this much pain. It seems, when I think of him, there’s always this little backlash after the moment of joy. Some lingering saddness that I cannot explain nor shake off. I was…free. And now I’m trapped again in a cage that I built myself. I like having someone around who loves me. I like having someone who looks forward to seeing me, who makes me feel important. It makes me wonder…is this love or is it comfort? And above all, how will I fare when I am alone?

beautyandthedeskjob: Old school (1850s) love letter. (via How...

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 14:48:36 -0500

beautyandthedeskjob:

Old school (1850s) love letter. (via How About We)

Oh, if only guys still put that much effort into courtship nowadays…

Some trials of life test your stamina to it’s absolute brink. It seems pleasant to lay your...

Thu, 24 Feb 2011 22:22:09 -0500

Some trials of life test your stamina to it’s absolute brink. It seems pleasant to lay your head down and allow the demons around you to stampede on top of you. You justify your laziness by telling yourself how strong you’ve been thus far. You’re exhausted. Battling life has, somehow, leeched life away from you. So you let yourself sink into oblivion, waiting for a miracle instead of fighting for one as you’ve done in the past. Dear child, the only miracle that will emerge from giving up is death. The grim reaper smiles when he sees a tired soul. Pick up your weapons and fight because I guarentee you there will be something worth sticking around for.

What is passion in it's rawest form?

Thu, 24 Feb 2011 22:03:45 -0500

Disaster.

I'm bitter? No, you're bitter.

Fri, 14 Jan 2011 02:04:48 -0500

Don’t be fooled by the title of my blog and think my rendition of all matters of the heart involve rainbows, pixie dust sprinkles and giggles. My thoughts concerning love are usually darkened by my bitter and often cynical thoughts. Growing up, adults usually described love as this magical thing, a feeling above all other emotions. Upon entering my first real relationship, I took their words to heart. My journey with this man would ride on the wings of unicorns and we would last forever. It quickly became clear that all we rode upon was pointless arguments and feelings of dissatisfaction. Eventually (thankfully) our relationship dissipated until there remained nothing left to salvage. Afterwards, I began to think of my previous impressions of love as foolish, the ideas of a girl too naive to know any better. That is, until I actually fell in love.

There are rainbows. There are pixie dust sprinkles. There are giggles. And guess what? All of this scares the hell out of me.

Love is...?

Tue, 07 Dec 2010 00:52:00 -0500

Browse the internet for an hour and you’ll discover all sorts of quotes explaning love.

“Love is when he is the last thing you think of when you fall asleep and the first thing you think of when you wake up.”
“Love is friendship set on fire.”
“Love is the ability to overlook a person’s flaws.”

Love is this and love is that. These sentences, among others, treat the complexity of this emotion with such brainless simplicity. Who dares define this profound state of being? Personally, I think those of you who try to explain this word fight a lost cause. The meaning of love cannot be bound to the simple rules of text and grammer. Instead, it wraps itself around each person’s heart and squeezes out a definition no words can explain.

lovequotesrus: Photo Courtesy: noeeeee

Mon, 15 Nov 2010 15:03:30 -0500

lovequotesrus:

Photo Courtesy: noeeeee

There’s something beautiful about two people who welcome...

Sat, 13 Nov 2010 01:59:44 -0500

There’s something beautiful about two people who welcome passion’s embrace.

"I saw her as the Queen Of Clubs but she was more than that. She turned to face me. I realized she..."

Fri, 12 Nov 2010 13:32:56 -0500

“I saw her as the Queen Of Clubs but she was more than that. She turned to face me. I realized she was a wild card; She could be anything she wanted.”

- AnonymousJayJay

"Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people."

Wed, 10 Nov 2010 16:02:53 -0500

“Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people.”

- The Painted Veil

Wander along, little soul.

Sun, 07 Nov 2010 13:53:23 -0500

I find myself stumbling upon a rather nostalgic point in my life. Isn’t it funny how experiences tied to emotions distress pop out more than mundane events? I recently stepped off of an emotional roller coaster and this calm after the storm unnerves me. My lips sit upon my face unmoved, unused. It does not smile nor does it frown. I am neutral; in a state of pure carelessness. My mind daydreams without the intrusion of hopes or fears. It seems silly to stress over something most people would consider a blessing but this void of emotions leaves me feeling strangely robotic. Void of emotion, yes, but also void of anything that makes me feel remotely like a human. I wander along the living feeling closer to the dead.

Photo

Sat, 06 Nov 2010 02:26:25 -0400

sweetbrat: haha. :D

Sat, 06 Nov 2010 02:22:20 -0400

sweetbrat:

haha. :D

Eradication

Sat, 30 Oct 2010 00:47:00 -0400

You’re like an infection: unwanted and annoying but necessary to build up my immune system. You helped me better protect myself from other assholes like you.

"You’ve got me twisted, boy. You’ve got me played."

Thu, 14 Oct 2010 20:44:30 -0400

“You’ve got me twisted, boy. You’ve got me played.”

"We touch, I feel the rush. We clutch. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to make wonder..."

Wed, 06 Oct 2010 14:17:34 -0400

“We touch, I feel the rush. We clutch. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to make wonder what’s in store for us. It’s lust. It’s torturous. You must be a sorcerous becuase you just did the impossible: gained my trust.”

- Eminem

"She said, “Look what I can do with no hands.” Then with one glance she stole my heart..."

Thu, 30 Sep 2010 19:14:36 -0400

“She said, “Look what I can do with no hands.” Then with one glance she stole my heart and dropped it.”

- Jesse Ly