I Want To .

Hear your sleepy voice as you first wake up beside me, I want to make you a coffee and breakfast to start your day. I want to feel your lips on mine as we say goodbye, knowing that when I return home from work I can feel your kiss again as many times as I wish before bed time. I want to cook your favorite dinner and watch movies til midnight; I want to fall in to bed with you afterwards, and as we fall asleep, I want nothing other than to feel your arms wrapped securely around me, keeping me warm and safe. I want you.

Date a Girl who writes

Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.

Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.

Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.

She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.

Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.

If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.

It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.

She’ll give you a chance.

Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.

A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.

Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.

If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.

She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.

She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.

You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.

You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.

Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.

Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.

Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.

A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.

Date a girl who writes.

Because there is nothing better than girl who writes <3

Me On My Period

• Fuck this shit
• I wish I had a penis.
• Food food food food
• Why am I alive?
• I hate you!
• How does my body fucking contain this much blood
• Leave me alone!
• Please don’t leave me. I love you.
• I am going to have sex change
• When is menopause coming
• I just want to sleep.
• When you cough, Niagara Falls falls out. When you sneeze, Niagara Falls. When you giggle, NIAGARA FALLS.  When you bend over to pick something up, NIAGARA FUCKING FALLS. When you sneeze? You guessed it! NIAGARA. FALLS. 
• I want chocolate.
• LET MY MOODSWINGS BEGIN. Dun dun dun
• Why couldn’t we have nose bleeds instead of our vaginas bleeding every month
• If someone could remove my ovaries/womb right now I’d really appreciate it. Thanks!
• I WANT TO TAKE EVERYTHING I SEE, COVER IT IN CHOCOLATE, AND EAT IT. OMG
• You’re annoying!
• You’re noisy!!! 
• Why is it so quiet????
• Fooooooooooooood
• Vampires should be pads.
• Sex?
• I need someone inside of me
• I want my boyfriend!
• cuddle would be nice.
• why can’t someone just cuddle, make out, watch movies, and eat food with me?
• But my back is making me feel like I’m 80.
• I have to— OH MY GOD THE CRAMPS
• But— OW OW OWFUCKFUCKOW.
• But my— WHY DOES NO ONE LOVE MEEEE.
• But that puppy looks so cute. 

• You’ll cry every night.
• You’ll miss that person whom you used to call “mine”
• Changing “baby” to his or her real name.
• You’ll get your pillows wet for the endless crying.
• You’re gonna envy the ones who’s happily in a relationship.
• You’ll miss the feeling of having someone who’ll make you stop crying.

There’s a lot that would make you feel down. You’ll feel like you’ll never ever have the chance to be loved again. But then again, for every ending, there’s a new beginning. Being hurt is God’s way of saying He saved you from the wrong one.

Believe that after that break up, someone is going to pick up all the broken pieces and make you whole again.

I always have that longing feeling every time we’re going to separate ways. You know, like go home and be away from each other again. It breaks my heart to feel that feeling. It’s like we’ve been together for the whole day, but I can’t let you go. The sad part is that I have to go through a long time of waiting for us to see each other again. We always see to it that during the days we’re not together, we’re going to miss each other.

You Are My Love Forever :') <3