December 2010
12 posts
My memory acts as a defense mechanism when it comes to love. There are very few men in my past, but the ones that did make it past the heavy screening process and high standards all took a good chunk of my heart with them. When I love, I love deeply. When I make the decision to move on, however, I take no prisoners. I do it. I don’t cope well with heartbreak. My mind must know that because...
She seems perfect because you don’t know her. You don’t see her flaws. You don’t see her fears. Once you do, however, your feelings will change. It’s the idea of her that you are embracing. It’s your idea of her that you love. The one that makes you think, “yeah, maybe there is someone out there untainted by the mess that is this world.” But I’m...
Why do these old Christmas songs make me want to time travel back to the ’50s, put on a nice sweater and pearl necklace, and fall in love with a well-groomed gentleman underneath mistletoe and the glow of a fireplace? I’m not the only one right?
Just cuz I’m a freak don’t mean that we could hit the sheets..
I hope to find you one day..
& she sat there wondering how they managed to pry into the untravelled depths of her brain. How could they see it? How did they find it? It was as if they pulled the abstract ideas and exact experiences from her mind and projected them for the unarmored world to see…
