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Monday, November 16, 2009

do you really think it's possible that a girl can be with a boy who sings her love songs for the rest of her life?

a boy who smiles when she does and he can't help it. a boy who tells her words that are so passionate they might as well have came from shakespeare himself. a boy who holds the world in his heart and wants nothing more than to give it to her.

but i'm determined that it isn't possible. why? because eventually she would probably want to break that damn guitar. eventually the notes would be sour, the music no longer beautiful. eventually the smiles would fade, and the words would bounce off walls falling to the ground making her sick.

every love story has it's ending. every damn book has to end...but in books usually the girl and the boy end up making beautiful babies or starting a life together in cabo. but no...this story is sad, even sick. Tarantino might as well have written it. how sad you ask?


"I am going to miss you forever.

That's too long. Let's miss tonight. Tomorrow brings it's own longing.

Then I hate tomorrow.

Then love tonight. Love so deeply that the sun will fear to rise."



Today:
For years the girl wondered, what if. The love they once had shared made Eros jealous. How had she let it slip away? Without it her soul was incomplete, lost. So the girl gave that love a chance. She risked her heart, for the promises of love. With her heart on her sleeve, no longer her own, she loved more than she could.

The time came for this love to bloom into a wild rose. She couldn't even breathe. She literally could not even breathe around him, the one she had lost now was sitting right in front of her singing love songs, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. Her soul was not her own. Everything, everything right there in front of her.

Then he was gone.

The must of cigarettes no longer, how she hated those things. Now she yearns to smell them once again, with the stale aroma of coffee black as night. He left her with a string around her finger...promising that one day they would spend every waking moment together.

But fear swelled up inside of him. He left. He left her shattered. So the string turned into a broken heart.

She would have moved to China, you know. With only the clothes on her back she would have done anything to keep their hearts together.



Tomorrow:
So many people tell this girl that if there was a love so deep, so passionate like she spoke of...he would have never left it alone. He would have never given up...so it wasn't real. But she felt it, she still feels it. For her, it was real. So what is a girl to do?

Believe. Believe that there is a beauty in brokeness. Knowing that a love...so passionate, so entwining exists between man and woman. Believe that love is a companionship between two hearts, holding the hand of God, living life to please Him...together, always.

But be guarded. Guard your heart for it affects everything you do. Know that God has a reason behind every tear that is shed. Behind every heart break there is learning, growth, strength, patience. So cry. Feel pain and heartbreak. Let each tear in your heart mend to make your heart stronger. But above all else, do not. do not. do not stop loving.

With every breath you take breathe in love. Love with all of your heart, every corner. Clear the spider webs and let your blood run hot.

to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

to love is to be vulnerable. - c.s. lewis



Be vulnerable. Love. Don't give up. <3


Friday, April 11, 2008

Currently Reading
Love, Stargirl
By Jerry Spinelli
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i keep filling myself with things

hoping that one day i'll be able to wake up

and not feel empty

things that should make a girl happy

a smart girl

 

life is going these days. i find myself listening to way too much country music, worrying too much, crying too much, and putting ironic on endless repeat. it's amazing amidst all that craziness, i am still a happy girl

so i'm pretty convinced that God has placed people in my life whether it be a random person making me smile for just a brief second in time or my friends who are always there to make me laugh in the face of presumably unlaughable situations

i was leaving work the other day and an old man called after me, "well aren't you just the finest thing i've seen all day" as i turned around he had this giant grin on his face and winked at me saying, "i'm up for adoption if you want me. i promise i won't bite"

...i love old people. but sometimes they're just down right creepy. old people seem to have all the confidence in the world though. confidence to be brave enough to tell us our shirts are too low, or our music is too loud, or that they want us to adopt them

i just wish i had that unrelenting confidence to do what needs to be done or say what needs to be said. forever. so that there would never be anything in my life that i would ever look back on and say...if only

if only.

maybe their confidence goes hand in hand with their age. maybe they realized one morning as they woke up to their aching limbs and graying hair that there's not enough time in the world for regret...so there's no need for it to waste the precious time they have

at least i was able to realize this before my hair started falling out :)

 

 


Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Currently Listening
Acoustic Soul - Special Edition
By India.Arie
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do you really think it's possible that a girl can be with a boy who sings her love songs for the rest of her life?

a boy who smiles when she does and he can't help it. a boy who tells her words that are so passionate they might as well have came from shakespeare himself. a boy who holds the world in his heart and wants nothing more than to give it to her.

but i'm determined that it isn't possible. why? because eventually she would probably want to break that damn guitar. eventually the notes would be sour, the music no longer beautiful. eventually the smiles would fade, and the words would bounce off walls falling to the ground making her sick.

every love story has it's ending. every damn book has to end...but in books usually the girl and the boy end up making beautiful babies or starting a life together in cabo. but no...this story is sad, even sick. tarantino might as well have written it. how sad you ask?

 

I am going to miss you forever.

That's too long. Let's miss tonight. Tomorrow brings it's own longing.

Then I hate tomorrow.

Then love tonight. Love so deeply that the sun will fear to rise.

 

enough of sad love stories. my stepfather felt the necessity to inform me of the "new thing" stupid kids are doing these days. apparently, you shit in a bottle...put a balloon over it, wait awhile until the balloon expands, then inhale the shit fumes...get's you high for days. lol he said "So next time you kiss a guy and he tastes like shit...maybe you should reconsider." i love my family.

shit fumes aside...i have a $300 phone bill i have to pay, 4 months until my 21st birthday, and about 5 hours of homework i have to get done in the next thirty minutes. life is grand :)

 


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Currently Reading
After the Leaves Fall
By Nicole Baart
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to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.


to love is to be vulnerable. - c.s. lewis

 

oh, how foolish i was to proclaim to the world i was giving up on love. i think i might have lied lol even though i am still in pieces, and i am still bitter, it is true that there is a beauty in brokeness.

so break me. i dare you. cause every time i break, i'll come back twice as strong. to have a passion for love is a dangerous dangerous thing. it means that when my heart is broken it is death in life, but only for a time. but there will be one day when it's all right for me, and when that day comes, all the heartbreak, all my tears will be worth it to be the one that he points to when he's with his friends and says "that's her"

love. love. love. that's all i ever talk about. i was driving down the road today and i saw a sign in front of some catholic church saying something about lent. it made me think of this one certain catholic nazi. i put two and two together and decided this is what i have to say about that...

for lent, maybe you should give up being an asshole.

lol but that aside, i'm really not digging feminists right now.

yes i will wake up at the buttcrack of dawn and cook breakfast for my husband. no, i don't mind being a stay at home mom. yes, it is a job. and no, you shouldn't be wearing the pants in the relationship.

 


Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Currently Reading
Love Walked In
By Marisa de los Santos
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"I'm giving up on love, cause love's given up on me" leave it to miranda lambert to start my day off

I always found myself cracking a smile when I read of Ruth and Boaz, shedding a tear when I watched A Walk to Remember wishing that was me minus the whole cancer thing, getting butterflies in my stomach during the bride and groom's first kiss. Now I can't even go a day without being bitter. i am so damn bitter.

It took me all this time to finally realize that the man of my dreams won't pick me up in a white carriage and we won't drive away one summer night off into the moonlight. I mean, he probably has a beer belly and considers a romantic evening to be watching football and eating pizza rolls in bed.

I wish I would've known this a long time ago. I wish I would've given up a long time ago. I'd still have my heart...cause all I have now are pieces. no one wants pieces

so here I am...damning eros and eating this delicious apple.



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