Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She 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.
Day 3 - Eight Ways to Win My Heart
Part of the Tumblr challenge
This was quite difficult actually
- Be spontaneous. Be random. Surprise me. There are so many things in life that are so mundane and repetitive. Love shouldn’t be one of those things
- Understand me. The fact that you took the time to work me out shows you are special
- Be prepared to face tantrums,
occasionalconstant bitchiness, and an irrational fear of bins, and then don’t judge me for it - Have a sense of humour. There’s nothing more attractive than someone who makes me laugh
- Embrace travel, and love it. ‘The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page’
- Play an instrument. Is that a bit superficial? Maybe.
- Don’t ever try to be someone you’re not. The cliche, ‘be yourself’. I’m obsessed enough with what others think for the two of us
- Good music taste is a must. Music is my life and if your favourite play-list consists of shit, shit, JLS, and more shit, I’m sorry, but it’s not gonna work
february.
I don’t want a job.
Well, not in the sense that you’re probably thinking of. I don’t want to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or a bin woman. I don’t want to sit in an office all day watching the world go by as I type, type, type away about something that means nothing, not to me, not to you, not to anyone.
I don’t want to have a small three bedroomed semi where I will come home, exhausted, and facing another day of same old, same old, all over again. I don’t want to sit in morning traffic, watching other discontent workers as we slowly make our way to the hive.
No, I don’t want that.
I want to explore. I want to create. I want to make people listen, make people see, make people cry, laugh and think. I want to make music and make art. I don’t want to live, I want to live. Life isn’t paying the bills, it isn’t wondering what’s for dinner, and it certainly isn’t sitting in the office, watching the birds dance free in the air as we contemplate just how lucky we are to be superior to the animals, safe in our concrete towers.
When I think about it, I’ve never wanted a normal life. If you asked me when I was eight what my worst fear was I could have replied instantaneously; ‘an office job’. While other girls my age fantasised about their dream wedding, who they would marry, how many kids they would have, I dreamt of exploring the world around me.
When people ask what my plans are for Uni, I tell them I want to study genetics. It’s a lie. Biology interests me; but I don’t want a career out of it. All I really want to do is write, take photos, sing, play music. My dream career? Photographer. Hands down. But who wants to pause and view art when there is so much money to be made?
I can dream, but life is hard. I probably will end up in that dead-end life style that I’ve always feared. The pressure is on in school to make our life choices and, the truth is, I don’t want to make any. Why should I stick to the system? Who decided that life was about education, jobs, and death? What happened to living?
My ambition is not to make money. It is not to live a long time. We live only once and why waste it? Clothes, hair, make-up, appearance, money; in the end, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Because in the end, it’s what you didn’t do you regret, not what you did.
Never regret anything, because it will make you who you are. Do everything, experience everything, enjoy everything. The fact you are here today was a one in a billion chance, so make the most of it.

