September 2012
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August 2012
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Dom Tsui: Date a man who dreams →
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Date a man who dreams.
Date a man who doesn’t spend his money on drink, or clothes, or video games, but saves what he has to go on adventures and pursue his dreams. He might have problems dealing with everyday things but no-one sees the possibilities life holds like he does. This is a man who…
Sweet November
- Sara: You know, he asked me to marry him.
- Chaz: He's not the first...
- Sara: No, but it was the first time I wanted to say "Yes".
You Know You're Soulmates
*Not when you can’t run out of things to say to each other, but when you can have the best conversation without speaking a word.
*Not when your wolds revolve around one another but when your worlds can turn even without each other.
*Not when you find yourself choosing him/her over your bestfriend, but he can be both your bestfriend and your boyfriend/girlfriend
*Not when you finish each other’s sentences, but when you choose to listen to each word he/she says.
*Not when you see him/her in your dreams, but when you help fulfill each other’s dreams.
*Not when you complete each other, but when you complement each other’s completeness.
*Not when you hate the thought of being away from hi/her, but when you love the though of being with him/her.
*No when he/she makes you feel better about yourself, but when he/she makes you a better person.
*Not when he/she is the perfect person, but when he/she is the perfect person for you.
*Not when you can’t live without him/her, but when you choose to be with him/her.
Cute Finds
1. Arrow Bookends
2. Dead Fred Pen Holder
3. Tape Dispenser
4. Unplug Key RIng
5. Pixel Mouse
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
—Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)
“Happiness comes in many forms. In the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed. It’s okay to let yourself be happy, because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be.”
—Lucas, One Tree Hill (via yellowcardigans)
“When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.”
—Eleven Minutes
“But something always went wrong, and the relationship would end precisely at the moment when she was sure that this was the person with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life.”
—Eleven Minutes
“Yes, losing your heart’s desire is tragic. But gaining your heart’s desire? That’s all you can hope for. This year I wished for love… to immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted. And if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy. Because I wouldn’t give it back for the world.”
—Peyton Sawyer, One Tree Hill
Not a Pretty Girl
I am not a pretty girl that is not what I do I ain’t no damsel in distess and I don’t need to be rescued so put me down punk maybe you’d prefer a maiden fair isn’t there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere… …I am not a pretty girl I don’t want to be a pretty girl no I want to be more than a pretty girl
“Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?”
—Tom Hansen, 500 days of Summer
consistency...
- Tom: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency.
- Summer: I know.
- Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.
- Summer: And I can't give you that. Nobody can.
Ten Things I Hate About You
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
