Pros and Cons

I like how you mispronounce words sometimes, how you look for the right words and the right ways to say them. I like your crooked smile. I like them because they made you human. And humans are easier to appreciate than photographs (especially the faded black and white ones that I simply adore) and illusions. I like how you exist on reality and not on some cheesy novel-based movies that has happy endings. I like the way you can’t dance and how your music taste shift from grunge to 90’s pop love songs. The scars and the bruises tell their stories. I want to know what caused them and most probably, who caused them. I enjoy seeing you insecure, vulnerable and troubled. I like how you pop a message all of a sudden and asks for a school work due the next morning. I like how you hesitate to do things that you’re best at. I like how your passion manifests and shows who you truly are.

They’re your best asset, believe me. I like how you don’t know how incredible you are. That’s the thing I hate the most about you.

I hate your messy hair on a lazy afternoon. I hate how you respond to the silliest questions. I hate them because you’re a human. You exist on reality. And reality is not on my hand. I hate how my favorite songs become your instant hummings. And more importantly, how you unceasingly  open your stories to me- heartbreaks, problems and all nautical nonsense. I hate seeing you most of the time when I’m on the process of forgetting. I hate how you speak to me like nothing happened.I hate how you ask my opinion to almost anything. I hate you. I hate that you’re too good to be true.

And I’m not Tom Hansen from 500 Days of Summer, just saying. Or maybe we’re dealing with the same shits.

In time, in time.

The painful pain of heart break? Let yourself feel, firstly. Heart break is a terrible, painful feeling that shakes you deep to the core but it’s important to know that you’re not alone (cliché as it sounds, but most people experience it at some point in their lives.) Accept the feelings you have about the situation and breathe them, write about it, talk about it, mull over what happened. Cry. Being frustrated, angry and sad is part of the healing process, so it’s okay to have these feelings. Give yourself time to accept the situation. Let it out. If you find it necessary, cut off communication with the person whilst you’re dealing with these feelings. Make a list of the qualities you look for in a relationship, and the pros and cons of your previous relationship. Chances are you’ll notice things in the person that you found you were tolerating. Make a list about your future goals and what you want from your life. Find happiness and contentment within other areas of your life. Spend time with friends and families. Absorb yourself in your hobbies and things that you enjoy doing. Look after yourself, and during this time, do what makes you happy. I just want you to know that for a while you may feel as if you wont be able to make it through the day or the week, but with time you wont have to remind yourself to breathe and to wake up every day. You’ll grow as a person from this. Each day your heart can become whole again, and one of these days you’ll think about the person and maybe even smile about the experience. You’ll love again, I promise. You’ll meet someone who will love and cherish you and never leave you. Someone who you can love and it can be reciprocated and your heart will be thumping with happiness again.

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Date a girl who reads

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She 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 finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

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 and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, 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 understand that all things will come to end. 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.

Spooky Kooky

I’m such an idiot.

And, yes. I’ll control myself. It’s midterms week so I don’t need you to distract me. I’ll shift my attention to my studies. Thank you for breaking my heart. Thank you.

And, fuck you.