limeliteloverr

I dont know really what to say, Although I feel the need to write, again. Usually I'd just ramble about whatever comes to mind, But im not sure I can fill that order. not tonight. the thing is, im tried of words. words are useless. they're never precise enough to describe real thoughts and emotions.

take love for instance. that word is thrown around all the time. we “love” our parents, our dog, chocolate chip cookies, our country, and our boyfriend. but what exactly does it mean? how can one monosyllabic term accurately convey the whirlpool of chemical activity going on in our brains? it just doesn’t cut it

thats why I dont buy into that whole paper back romance version of “love”. you know the ones im talking about? the covers always show big haired busty women with their bodices half undone swooning in the arms of shirtless neanderthal. in my view those stories do more to undermine relationships than romanticize them. because of them girls expect to find chivalrous fabio look a likes who will rescue them from their dull existences wearing nothing but leather breeches.

nothing is ever that perfect or easy. in reality people get zits and say dumb things and have names like tim and cathy instead of chase and sharna. real relationships take patience and sacrifice and lots of communication- if you actually communicate, that is.

see thats the catch. if you need to communicate to make things work then you need to use words. and words like I said, are useless. therefore it cannot be done.


After Years of searching for prince charming, ive realized he doesn't exist. You can pick the best fish out of the sea... but in the end hes still a fish.

I can't remember his fingertips tracing
down
down
down my spine.
I know they were there though because he tells me constantly. I'm forgetful. I'm forgetting everything. I'm forgetting people and feelings.

I'm not comfortable being your -
I don't like when you -

By Sid and Nancy, I meant I'm Sid.

Also, god help you I am not your drug dealer.

As anyone who has been through them will tell you, hard times teach you a great deal that you can't learn anywhere else.

Failed relationships, the loss of friends and family, near-death experiences -- these things are invaluable experiences that make us stronger individuals, teach us compassion, make us appreciate those things in life we take for granted, and help keep us from becoming preoccupied with things that ultimately don't matter.

Why, then, must we travel through life blindly, hitting these ordeals more or less at random, in uncontrolled environments? i think they should teach this stuff in schools. the teachers would put you through emotional trauma, then quiz you on it when you've recovered. it would all be in the curriculum. "welcome, class, to the 11th grade. this year we'll be studying nasty breakups and mourning. could you please all pair off with a lab partner and begin a romantic interlude? Meanwhile, i'll go bump off all your mothers."