10.26.2014

QUOTE.



Verb: repeat or copy out (a group of words from a text or speech), typically with an indication that one is not the original author or speaker.

If you know me, you have most probably heard me state that actions speak louder than words.  The contradiction is, I fall in love with words. For as long as I can recall I have been fascinated with reading and words. Highlighting in books my favourite passages and scribbling in note books and on post-its my preferred  quotes. I will always favour paper over technology, yet I now find myself collecting likes on Tumblr. I often scroll through, re-reading everything I once hearted...

10.19.2014

WORK.



Noun: activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result.

I fear that I am the difficulty when it comes to relationships. The issue being that when you view me from afar, you get a certain impression of who I am (not). Actually, that is a lie; because when I am alone I am a different person. Independent and carefree, confident and secure. To a certain extent, I am happy alone. Mostly for the reason that I do not over think me.
It takes a lot for me to let someone in. I will be interested in you from a distance, but not necessarily make it known. You will sense there is some curiosity, but you may question the sincerity. This is because I am proceeding with caution. I've often purposely stopped myself from falling for people. I would rather protect my heart and sit at home (alone) watching Julia Roberts movies.

10.01.2014

TRUST.



Noun: firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something.

Do we ever really know somebody?

This was always my fear; how am I suppose to trust another person when I may not ever know them entirely? But really, it is a paradox of life which I am learning to grow through...

In five days it will be an entire four months since I have met 'mystery man', who is still around for your information. Shocking I know. How someone could possible endure me for almost one hundred and twenty days is beyond me!  The truth is, it has been the best four months in a really long time. Which has made me realize that I only crave writing when things are bad. Somewhat sadistic, no? I assume while things are good I just want to revel in real life as much as possible. It is also odd how I don't mind sharing my misery but I'd rather keep my happiness all to myself. Call me selfish, but I don't want to completely publicize my relationship. Ironic.