You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She...’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in. the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
― Rosemarie Urquico
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Anyone? Hello? No? Fine! ): I still have my true friends, *opens up beginning of book*.
"If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are." - Rosemarie Urquico
This is only a small portion of her quote. I'll post the real version.
This is only a small portion of her quote. I'll post the real version.
Friday, June 6, 2014
New Song/Poem! (:
I've seen what our lives and others can do,
Of memories cast out,
Left the walk the Earth all alone
Sorry, I've had 2 tabs with this open on them all morning. I've been mowing, and this is the first real break I've had. I'm just going to post it.
(To be continued - I promise!)
Of memories cast out,
Left the walk the Earth all alone
Sorry, I've had 2 tabs with this open on them all morning. I've been mowing, and this is the first real break I've had. I'm just going to post it.
(To be continued - I promise!)
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
New poem/song! (:
Oh, of this feeling inside,
Dropping off my shoulder like a bomb,
Being encase in the connection,
of our two palms.
(To be continued, hopefully)
Dropping off my shoulder like a bomb,
Being encase in the connection,
of our two palms.
(To be continued, hopefully)
Thou art I am to be
Getting inside of me, is like breaking through a brick wall. That's why I don't know how to live. I can't beat the wise, or take the prize, because I'm a ball of putty, rolled up and left to dry. The cold, hard piece of clay you wished you'd never touched.
Just for fun. ^.^ ~ Banana
Oh, of your yellow flesh,
The greatness hiding inside,
Of the beautiful brown spots,
That cover your coating
Oh, the flavor that tingles my taste buds
The one that's yellow,
Sometimes brown
Of the mushy stuff I love the eat,
The wonder fruit,
Banana
(:
The greatness hiding inside,
Of the beautiful brown spots,
That cover your coating
Oh, the flavor that tingles my taste buds
The one that's yellow,
Sometimes brown
Of the mushy stuff I love the eat,
The wonder fruit,
Banana
(:
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Not poem style, but it rhymes. (:
Where my people at? Oh, I don't have any. Guess I'll :* (kiss) air and put my fist way up high. Just gonna let this problem slide on by. Waving to the haters, thinking they can steal my smile. Well, go ahead and shoot me, I'll be glad to fire back when I'm walking down the aisle. Ain't seen a fighter like me, haha, look what you got yourself into honey.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Wrote this in school 1
Who is the girl you really knew?
Today I don a frown,
It shadows my shame
Today I don a smile,
It covers my pain
Today I don everything,
So vague and there
It pours out,
Wet and clear
Do you know the real me?
Take a look upon this poem
It shows you, tried and true
Open your eyes
Read carefully
Who was the girl you really knew?
Okay, so, an update for my Stories page
Mrs. Fleury, you don't have to read these, unless you want to; they're going to be the ones I wrote this year. To everyone else, please comment what you think, I will begin posting them today. Enjoy! (:
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