Are those quiet moments that you spend with the people you love.
To me, nothing beats a night sitting on the couch cuddled with my girlfriend watching some show/movie, or playing a game. And those little moments where you glance sideways to find out she’s glancing right back, and you can’t help that huge, goofy smile from filling up your face.
The still of the morning when you’re cuddled together and not really exchanging anything but hollow breathing, half awake and eyes all squinty from the morning light.
The moment where you’re sort of leaning forward without really intending to, and you feel that tiny pinch in your chest.
The voice in the back of your head that screams at you to just kiss her!
Some memories like to pop in my head at random. Our first kiss is one of those that will remain pure ‘til the day death do us part. Or something like that. You oughta have some of those memories to get you through the rougher times.
You gotta hold on to the moments that define your relationship with someone. When in doubt, you can always refer back.
I guess what I’m getting at is: No matter how far apart someone might seem (and this applies to friendships too), even if you don’t even speak on a regular basis, no one can take the good times you’ve had together from you but yourself.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some pizza to keep me company since teleporting hasn’t been perfected yet.
“It’s easy to fall in love with someone. The real deal is when you fall over and over again for that person. <3”—I’m sure it came from somewhere, but I can’t remember. Credits go where credits are due, I hope.
You're Entitled To Your Opinion (But Joss Whedon Is Still A Genius)
For most people I would be anything BUT a reference in opinions. I mean, arguments are usually not my forte. However, today, allow me to be a critic. Perhaps I’m a little biased. Who isn’t? And maybe my views of what’s become our society and our entertainment will not please you. You can’t please everyone.
I still have an itch to make my voice heard for once.
My brain’s been able to think again. That’s both a good and a bad thing. Good cuz hey, writing again!
Bad thing because I’ve started over-analyzing. Again.
Y’know, I usually consider myself a pretty independent being. There have been exceptions where, due to excessive, well, let’s call it, time spent doing one thing (or hanging out/talking to someone), I’ve also quite easily grown co-dependant. Which, well… Not good. Way not good.
Sadly, in most things I’m an all-or-nothing type ‘o gal.
So, now that I’m in this pretty awesome relationship where I’m actually not required to be there every single moment I’m somewhat at a loss. I don’t wanna be too clingy, and I don’t wanna seem like I don’t care either. I’m not the kind of person who’ll take things for granted, but I’m also terrible at reading signs.
And I’m perfectly conscious I can address that issue personally with my girl. Which, I think I’ll do. But that’s not really the point I was going for. Ha!
I got to delve in a little deeper during my walk today while imagining scenes for a warehouse 13 fanfiction in which this character of mine basically unwillingly steps over pretty much every single “line” that could be laid out. In both ways.
In other words, she pisses people off and has a knack for confusing them right away once the bad’s done. Now, it’s a bit of a toss off because of the main plot knot that I have with her which I will not spoil (it’s artifact driven, at any rate), but I was sort of wondering how to address the actual lines. How do you pick apart “too much” from “too little”? And why does that even HAVE to exist?
I mean, the worrier I am (oh my gosh, you don’t even want to begin to know just how ANXIOUS I can get about the smallest action, and I know I’m not the only one. I’ve actually tamed my own over-analysis mode down a tad, but it’s still there) could seriously use a little break here. Our society could use a lot more straightforwardness. That way one wouldn’t have to constantly wonder whether or not someone’s purposefully ignoring you ‘cuz you annoyed them, or if they’re hinting at something like “I feel left out” when they’re…. what, breathing? Because we’re afraid the peeps around us are actually just letting slide when lines’ve been crossed. Because nobody ever says anything anymore. And heck, I’m guilty of that too.
Just a thought, anyway. Something to dwell on and maybe try to apply to real life. It’d be much easier for the average Joe to know what to do to achieve something if the lines were in black pen, rather than smudged white paint on a cream canvas.