"She's not like the other girls."
"How do you mean?"
"She craves an all-consuming love like the ones she dreams up in her stories."
"That's absurd. She'll never find that, with anybody."
"But that's what makes her so special. Its that she is ready to fall so hard. She just has to find the right guy to fall with her."
It Was Blue
A myriad of short blurbs, of my own doing, compiled into some sort of blog. writer. dreamer. achiever.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
Three
"I hate the way you chew your food. I hate how loud you listen to college football and I hate that you stay up until one in the morning. The way you clean the house makes me cringe and how you don't take a shower until two in the afternoon makes me sick…, but dammit I love you. And I'm willing to deal with every flaw you have if that means being able to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much it makes me sick every time you go to work because I am terrified you won't come home and I couldn't even imagine living life without you. If loving you means not becoming a writer and staying here with you, I'll do it. You are more important to me than visiting India for the millionth time. We've been broken up for two months and I haven't taken this ring off. But if I need to, if it will make you happy, I will. Because I'd do anything to see you happy." - Megan Madsen, Before I Met You
(not a published book, written for personal purposes only)
(not a published book, written for personal purposes only)
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Two
The halls are filled with whispers. Secrets of love, sex and drugs, but none of passion, lust and escape. Its as if we live in world where we have to find the fault in everybody, as if nobody has any good left in them, the good left in innocence's past. I walk the halls according to procedure, according to habit. Never out of curiosity. But what the most confusing thing of all is that we look to other people as the instigators of the faults, we never look at ourselves. And I think that is what is truly wrong with society. Refusing to take the blame for our own wrong doings.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
One
There are two different types of people: those who hide from the storm underneath their covers, trembling when the thunder rumbles and those who run out screaming and dancing into the rain.
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