. . . catering to underplanned whimsy . . .

1 cup creative outlet
1/2 cup curiosity
2 tbsp self-publishing
1 tbsp angst
1 tsp hope
pinch of narcissism
dash of sorrow
2 shakes invented optimism

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12th April 2010

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(via werenotinwonderlandanymore) on another note, a depressingly romantic one, is this.  see post below for context on where this connection was originally made. well, not the romantic connection. the human one, yes. the friend one, yes. and nownownow… .  i am trying to decide something. it has to do with traveling and with falling deeply into things (not love, necessarily, so much as just things, romances, connections, i s’pose, more than anything). sometimes i think that it’s just that people who travel are more interesting (which, btw, is true). but it’s not just that. sometimes i think that it’s just the travel/vacation mindset, which makes FUN nearly inevitable (also true, btw). but it’s not JUST that either. then i think that the reason i fall into it so much with people when i or they or both are out of our elements is the improbability/impossibility of its illogical and unlikely success. i mean that i am picky. when it comes to a partner, he’s got to be a whole lotta something, likely something nearly unattainable.  ok what i’m saying is i have romances and Romances all over the world. i look into someone’s eyes, someone i’m just meeting for the first time but we have spoken for hours about everything, someone who seems to get me who i dig as well, someone who has waltzed into my world unexpectedly and without any proximal logic, and i fall. i would like to fall in real life; but, between never meeting anyone new and being so picky about those i do meet that someone might be amazing but i presume they’re not in this town because of a terrible track record, and, well, i dunno. maybe it’s that my glass fills from my perspective when i or they are from outside the bubble (i’m sure that’s it, btw); or maybe…………..ramblerambleramble. all i’m sayin is he or i or both have to have a suitcase in hand. we have to be, *ahem*, “expiration dating” as some like to call it. one of us has to be about to leave to return to our little corner of the world. it has to be long-term impossible (outside of totally romanticizing moving in together in some exotic locale). i think it has to do with caution and recklessness. i think it has to do with hope and cynicism. i think it has to do with the amazing man, (a ramblin one, of course) who just left my house today. either someday i will find this, this…whatever it is…somewhere where i’m actually living and planning on staying, or i will need to take reckless to the next level.  *sigh*

(via werenotinwonderlandanymore)

on another note, a depressingly romantic one, is this. 

see post below for context on where this connection was originally made. well, not the romantic connection. the human one, yes. the friend one, yes. and nownownow… . 

i am trying to decide something. it has to do with traveling and with falling deeply into things (not love, necessarily, so much as just things, romances, connections, i s’pose, more than anything). sometimes i think that it’s just that people who travel are more interesting (which, btw, is true). but it’s not just that. sometimes i think that it’s just the travel/vacation mindset, which makes FUN nearly inevitable (also true, btw). but it’s not JUST that either. then i think that the reason i fall into it so much with people when i or they or both are out of our elements is the improbability/impossibility of its illogical and unlikely success. i mean that i am picky. when it comes to a partner, he’s got to be a whole lotta something, likely something nearly unattainable.  ok what i’m saying is i have romances and Romances all over the world. i look into someone’s eyes, someone i’m just meeting for the first time but we have spoken for hours about everything, someone who seems to get me who i dig as well, someone who has waltzed into my world unexpectedly and without any proximal logic, and i fall. i would like to fall in real life; but, between never meeting anyone new and being so picky about those i do meet that someone might be amazing but i presume they’re not in this town because of a terrible track record, and, well, i dunno. maybe it’s that my glass fills from my perspective when i or they are from outside the bubble (i’m sure that’s it, btw); or maybe…………..ramblerambleramble.

all i’m sayin is he or i or both have to have a suitcase in hand. we have to be, *ahem*, “expiration dating” as some like to call it. one of us has to be about to leave to return to our little corner of the world. it has to be long-term impossible (outside of totally romanticizing moving in together in some exotic locale). i think it has to do with caution and recklessness. i think it has to do with hope and cynicism. i think it has to do with the amazing man, (a ramblin one, of course) who just left my house today.

either someday i will find this, this…whatever it is…somewhere where i’m actually living and planning on staying, or i will need to take reckless to the next level. 

*sigh*

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