She wants to be loved. Even more so, she wants to be romanced…
love letters written in uneven handwriting.
homemade presents that you spent days making.
you to be willing to do anything to see her smile or laugh.
you to feel like you’ve never really loved before.
to feel like a gift from above, an angel on earth.
Sometimes you feel hopeless. You wonder why other people are romanced instead of you. You feel like you’re not good enough. You feel like you’re foreveralone. However, one day, you may find that someone thinks you’re truly something special and that you deserve the world. (No guarantees, I just wanted to finish on a happy note.)
Here’s to all the hopeless romantics! To a multitude of my friends, I know how you feel. To the few that are romanced and cherished, tell me your secret! Cheers :)
I’m gonna go with favorite super villain: Poison Ivy.
Since I was younger I had a fascination with her because of Uma Thurman’s character in “Batman & Robin.” Yeah, it wasn’t the best Batman movie but I thought Poison Ivy was so cool.. Women are beautiful, seductive, and poisonous. Plus I love how she started as a nerd and retained love for her plants :P
The biggest habit I wish I didn’t have is probably tied between how I space out and how I do things before I think about it. Haha.. I sound like a ditz. The reason why I’m spacing out is usually either because I’m lost in daydreams or I’m too focused on something random and insignificant. I didn’t notice how much I space out until I started getting tons of comments from people asking me why I look so “angry.” I promise I’m not that mean or bored and I’m actually just wondering how I can invent some apparatus to make cups hold two different kinds of liquids at once.
I also act on impulse without really thinking about consequences. This is more serious and leads to a lot of mistakes, making my life super interesting at times.
My purpose in starting a blog is to feel more connected to the world rather than feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind. (Katy Perry quote but I like it because of American Beauty. See, I do know pop culture!)
I’m tagging my followers who haven’t done this and esp my bestie Slibs who complains that her blog is too random.
01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name
03- A picture of you and your friends
04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
06- Favorite super hero and why
07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
08- Short term goals for this month and why
09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
11- Another picture of you and your friends
12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one
In all of my lecture halls we have chalkboards. They’re greenish black and are dusty and make me want to sneeze. It is acceptable when a professor writes boldly on a freshly cleaned board. However, most cases include a professor who studied more math than handwriting in the third grade. When it comes time to erase his scribbles, the professor merely smudges around the marks to make a thin veneer of dust, like the shroud of opaqueness that covers the eyes of a blind person. The professor then wipes his dusty hands on his I-don’t-care-about-looks linen pants, leaving two awkward handprints on the lap area. Finally, he attempts to scribble some equation ON TOP of this mess and that one outspoken student blurts, “Can you write it bigger?”
I hate my chalkboard mind. Why can’t I erase my head cleanly? How come the harder I try to decimate self-destructive thoughts, I only end up exacerbating the pain and the regret and the fear? Memories that are important should be copied down and stored for later studying. If a memory’s smudgy traces remain on my mind, they only hinder the thoughts that I know to be more positive, accurate, and efficient.
Why can’t I have a whiteboard mind? I need a whiteboard mind and an iPod heart because my record-player keepskeepskeeps skipping…
You ask, what is love? Have I been in love? Do I love my boyfriend? Do I love my ramen? Do my parents love each other (take it back- I don’t really want to know)?
After studying a lil social psych, I found some ideas worth marinating in your frothy, turbulent ocean of thoughts. And, yes, I know you’re secretly a deep person although you spend half your free time watching Jersey Shore and the other half wondering why you’re watching Jersey Shore. If you’re a deep person but you don’t like to read- no worries! I’ll post stuff later that’s short, sweet, and visual. :P
Back. One model of love divides love into three parts: intimacy, passion, and commitment. If a relationship only has two of these elements then it becomes a hybrid. For example, intimacy and commitment combined creates a companion-type love. It contains trust and mutual respect. The other, more dramatized and sought after, hybrid would be passionate love which combines intimacy and passion. This is what we want to see in our dramas and romance movies. The raw, lustful, and emotional scenes that arise from passionate love are more exciting. Perhaps media is to blame for our search for the “bad boy” or “bitchy girl” because we think we want this dramatic, roller-coaster love when what we really yearn for is a little more compatibility and commitment.
Finally, the ultimate combo is the holy grail of consummate love. ”The Notebook” and “The Classic” (some random korean movie Arjun showed Slibs and me) is what we truly want. Love with passion, commitment, and intimacy. Anything less is bound to fail or disappoint. Don’t give up! If you want it, someone else wants it too, and, with a little bitto luck, that someone will want it with you :)