This is for every girl on the planet. And possibly some gay guys. Leggings...ARE NOT PANTS!!!! DO NOT ACT LIKE THEY ARE PANTS OR TRY TO PULL IT OFF. No. Just no.
That is all.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Love.
Love. It is such a simple word. But its not. It is the most painful, confusing, complex, manipulative, ridiculous word in the English language. A word we use to express a multitude of feelings. Other languages have different words. Not us in America. One word.
But what does that word mean? Does it even exist? I am a God fearing woman. I know that my creator loves me in a way I don’t know and I am okay with that. I know my mother loves me, and so does my father. I love my friends and family. Hell I love potato chips. But that is not the love I mean. I know that love exists.
But even that love causes pain. One day, the ones you love leave you. Maybe you’ll be good enough to see them again. But then you are forced to live the rest of your damnation on earth with out them.
Amore, Love. Its bull shit. This concept of happily ever after. Bull shit. If you’re lucky you may end up with someone who can tolerate your shit, and say what you want to hear. It is all a figment of the imagination. Minds tricks. It chemical. It’s a drug. I’d rather have weed. Why do we humans get so wrapped up in this fantasy that we all supposedly crave. All we do is get hurt. There is nothing to it. Two people connect and complete each other. Nope. Two people maybe might possibly make it a few decades. Even then. It will end. Love does not exists.
People, a man and a woman, a man and a man, a woman and a woman. Hearts pounding, sweaty hands, sweet nothings, the feeling of being in your lovers arms. It’s all bullshit. At the end of the day, you will never know their secrets, you will never feel loved the way you want, and you will never be happy. Content maybe. But is it worth it?
Nope. What’s it going to get you? Late nights trying to figure out what they meant. Tears for ever, and you will never be happy. It is a wish. That is all. Being in love is not love. You do not love that person. You love the idea of love, or the idea of being in love with them. But you do not love them. Eventually you may find someone comfortable. Maybe, if you are one of the lucky ones. Love is a wish. It wont come true.
So many will disagree. But I speak the truth no one wants to hear. Get over it.
But what does that word mean? Does it even exist? I am a God fearing woman. I know that my creator loves me in a way I don’t know and I am okay with that. I know my mother loves me, and so does my father. I love my friends and family. Hell I love potato chips. But that is not the love I mean. I know that love exists.
But even that love causes pain. One day, the ones you love leave you. Maybe you’ll be good enough to see them again. But then you are forced to live the rest of your damnation on earth with out them.
Amore, Love. Its bull shit. This concept of happily ever after. Bull shit. If you’re lucky you may end up with someone who can tolerate your shit, and say what you want to hear. It is all a figment of the imagination. Minds tricks. It chemical. It’s a drug. I’d rather have weed. Why do we humans get so wrapped up in this fantasy that we all supposedly crave. All we do is get hurt. There is nothing to it. Two people connect and complete each other. Nope. Two people maybe might possibly make it a few decades. Even then. It will end. Love does not exists.
People, a man and a woman, a man and a man, a woman and a woman. Hearts pounding, sweaty hands, sweet nothings, the feeling of being in your lovers arms. It’s all bullshit. At the end of the day, you will never know their secrets, you will never feel loved the way you want, and you will never be happy. Content maybe. But is it worth it?
Nope. What’s it going to get you? Late nights trying to figure out what they meant. Tears for ever, and you will never be happy. It is a wish. That is all. Being in love is not love. You do not love that person. You love the idea of love, or the idea of being in love with them. But you do not love them. Eventually you may find someone comfortable. Maybe, if you are one of the lucky ones. Love is a wish. It wont come true.
So many will disagree. But I speak the truth no one wants to hear. Get over it.
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