Of Words and Numbers
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As a child, I used to hate the rain. To my sister and I, it meant no outdoor playtime. No running in the park. No...
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When memory goes knocking at two in the morning and remembering becomes indispensable, I trace the same sidewalk that leads to your doorstep. A...
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This is what happens when you’re bored at work. So I finished Catcher in the Rye last week and really loved it. I kinda shared with Holden’s...
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News!
Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.
Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns:...
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I have this inherent need to be in control, although sometimes it borders on obsessive-compulsive levels. I don’t like losing control. I like it when I do things by the book; the way they are meant to be done.
Ironically, I have this desire or fantasy to be dominated; a sort of beta male to an alpha female kind of relationship. I want to learn how to let loose and be submissive. I want to be able to let myself go every once in a while; to submit, to go with the flow, to be free.
I want to lose control for the girl that I will fall for. For me that is love: to let go of all inhibitions, to lose control, and to willfully submit to the emotion. That longing feeling of defying everything else in the world for that one person, that is what I crave.
Until such time that I find her, I will be in control.
One of the best poems I’ve ever heard was from a Nickelodeon show.
She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.
She didn’t have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.
She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.
She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.
The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.
She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held…
And then she was gone.
Full Episode: http://youtu.be/Eb9ptAFvcB4
There’s this big space above my headboard that’s like a canvass. I’m thinking of commissioning someone to paint/doodle over it for me. If you know someone who does things like this, please let me know :)
This is my confession.
I liked her. I possibly even loved her. I did not acknowledge it at the time, but I did. I guess I was sort of afraid that I was.
We met online. She actually talked to me first. I guess it’s in her nature to be that bubbly. But nevertheless, after that first chat, things progressed, albeit slowly. We’d spend hours sending messages, posting blogs, and even one-sided bullying. As days pass, we grew closer and got to know each other better.
When we finally met in person, I was a bit suspicious at first. The term ‘catfish’ wasn’t coined yet but I sort of felt that maybe all of the things she said wasn’t true. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She was as she said she was and more. She was a true person and I liked that about her.
We hung out about a couple more times. All while still keeping in touch with each other on a daily basis. My friends kept asking me at the time who I fancied since it was obvious that my mood was lighter than usual. I kept silent about it but what they mentioned stirred me up a bit.
I tested myself. I tried to remove her from my world and push her as far away as possible. It didn’t take me long before I started longing for her presence. That was the tipping point. I realized that I liked her, possibly even loved her.
It’s been about two years and some months since I’ve let the thought go. I guess I just wanted to finally let it out. I do not regret not making a move but what I do regret is letting the friendship drift apart.
Rialto!!! (at Enchanted Kingdom)
Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace.
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I read this in my 11th grade english class and i still think about it sometimes.
This is my favorite fucking short story ever. It changed the way I look at human weakness.
This is one of my favourite things ever.
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“I don’t care if there are plenty of fishes in the sea. I don’t want fish. I want you.”
