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here’s the dream for today: italy in the summer. late mornings, waking up to sunlight streaming through open windows. coffee brewing, fresh fruit for breakfast. a little sundress, salt-tangled hair left loose. bare skin in the light. winding streets littered with red and pink flower petals, maybe a bus to the ocean. hot sand, sparkling waves, children laughing. sunset in lemon-honey-gold, and then a violet kind of quiet by the ocean. light, always light.
“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
Rosemarie Urquico
(via amargedom)
(via amargedom)
“I thought I was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted. I thought I had it all figured out, that I could outsmart anyone and that I‘d never settle for less than I wanted and certainly not for less than I deserved. And here I am now, nothing more than a feeble flicker of what I used to feel simmering in the pit of my stomach. I‘m a fleeting kiss on the cheek and the girl who meets you frequently - but never the one who stays, only the one that comes and goes. The one with her car standing in your driveway, gone the next morning. Always leaving, always running. I‘m both heartfelt conversations at midnight and a whispered hello and a court nod in the streets. I’m unanswered texts and silent understandings. I’m left on read, tangled limbs, skin on skin and crying on the bathroom floor. I’m an hourglass running out of sand to spill. I’m shy smiles and empty gazes all at once and my confusion borders on madness. I don’t know who I am around you anymore and I forgot who I used to be when I was on my own. Once, I think, I wanted to be more than this. I wanted us to be more. I wanted to be the one you thought of with a smile and the girl who woke up next to you. I wanted to be the one you called at night, the one you told your mother about and the one to pick up the pieces for you whenever you were too broken to do it by yourself. I wish I could say I knew what I want now. But you made me lose sight of it. There‘s only one thing I know for sure: I‘m the girl I swore I‘d never become. Turning into a stranger in front of her own eyes for somebody who can’t make up his mind.”
— crossroads / n.j.
She can remember thinking, “Notice me. God, please, notice me! I’m hurt!” But no ever paid attention to the girl who wore a hood drawn over her head to hide her face, disguise her tears. No one ever paused in their stride to offer her tissues and listen to her fears. So she learned to stand up and walk with her head up high. To look people in the eye and challenge them in a new way.
This girl learned to stop expecting to be rescued and saved herself from self-isolation. She climbed down from that tall ivory tower and took off her hood, turning her face up to the sky, smiling as the sun kissed her skin.
She still hurts sometimes but she’s alive.
That’s more than she used to dare dream of.
Distract me.. put a number in my ask
1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?
2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
4: What’s something you really want right now?
5: Are you afraid of falling in love?
6: Do you like the beach?
7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
8: What’s the background on your cell?
9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?
10: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?
11: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
12: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
13: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
14: Are you tired?
15: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?
16: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
17: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
18: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
19: Is there a certain quote you live by?
20: What’s on your mind?
21: Do you have any tattoos?
22: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
23: Who are you texting?
24: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
25: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
26: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
27: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
28: Were you single on Valentines Day?
29: Has anyone upset you in the last week?
30: Have you ever cried over a text?
31: Where’s your last bruise located?
32: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
33: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
34: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
35: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?
36: Do you make supper for your family?
37: Does your bedroom have a door?
38: Does anything on your body hurt?
39: Are goodbyes hard for you?
40: How is your hair?
41: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
42: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
43: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
44: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
45: How old will you be in 5 months?
46: Where is your Mum right now?
47: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
48: How many people have you liked in the past three months?
49: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
50: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
51: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?
52: Who was your last received call from?
53: Have you ever trusted someone too much?
54: Do you get along with girls?
55: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
56: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
Why not 🤷🏽♀️
Some normal ones 🤷🏻♀️
Hey ask drunk me questions!
I’m bored and free so why not?
Lets do it, Open book.
