January 2011
133 posts
so is it over, is it really?
surprisingly at the end of it all, I felt a tinge of sadness. after all that’s been said and done, and discussed to death, it was still there. time did not make it better, nor did it soften the blow of goodbye, or make it any easier to listen to those songs without the ghost of it all lingering on, spectral and haunting.
but i am tired, so very tired. and you worn me out. us, we worn me...
“For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds...”
– Anais Nin (via carsonlane)
don't date a girl who reads
You Should Date An Illiterate Girl
Jan. 19, 2011
By Charles Warnke
Charles Warnke is a 21 year-old writer based out of Berkeley, California.
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Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that...
my Eskimo friend.
You understood me even when I didn’t want to understand myself. And you love the things I wished people would love in me.
But there will never be enough words in this world to ever explain why I love you. I can never come up with enough reasons, nor can I ever come up with just one.
But even though far away, knowing that you think of me as much as I of you, it makes everything that much...
la coeur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connait...
every time I get reminded of how I was not the only woman girl in your life.
and that despite your assurances and affirmations, I know that I was not, and will never be.
and I wonder every time why I had put myself through that.
“We love hard, knowing that the stakes are that much higher. And it is worth...”
– a friend. =)
while reading, i got carried away and ended up planning my future mid-year trip instead…
and it’s not even end of January yet.
i don’t think i will ever believe that i am/was the only one in your life. it’s a hard pill to swallow for the both of us, considering the circumstances, and you’re probably wondering why i’m the one saying it when i was the one who left.
