Alice

Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive

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.

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 finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

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 and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, 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 understand that all things will come to end. 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 (via kblitz)

(Source: blitzkreigkate, via themonicabird)

Day 3 - Eight Ways to Win My Heart

Part of the Tumblr challenge

This was quite difficult actually

  1. 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
  2. Understand me. The fact that you took the time to work me out shows you are special
  3. Be prepared to face tantrums, occasional constant bitchiness, and an irrational fear of bins, and then don’t judge me for it
  4. Have a sense of humour. There’s nothing more attractive than someone who makes me laugh
  5. Embrace travel, and love it. ‘The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page’
  6. Play an instrument. Is that a bit superficial? Maybe.
  7. 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
  8. 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.