You are no help to my academic career

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

If Socrates was known as the "Prince of Cheats" (don't quite remember if it was Socrates or Plato but one of 'em Greek hunk) I am definitely the "Princess of Hypocrisy". Well, I make a significant change in my blog and there, I start to waste time reading letters to crushes. I know, it's about time you say bad Snobster, reading trash. I know, I don't exactly read Thomas Hardy and discuss it here so why this? Hormones. Bloody piece of crap that you can't see yet put the blame on it. You must agree or die. So says my hormones. (I told you.)


But, but, but how can you Not like any of this?

It comforts me to know that all these feelings that I'm feeling are just chemical reactions in my brain, just tiny collisions in an organized collection of cells and electrical impulses.

To know that when I look at you my heart only races because of a biological reaction to your specific facial arrangment, the symmetry of your features, and undetectable pheromones to do with the diversity of our individual immune systems.

And thank goodness that you also know that people are just masses of atoms, joined in a specific, yet slightly variable pattern, no more important in the overall equation of the universe than the smallest insect, the most insignificant fleck of dust.

But when you talk about the inevitability of death, knowing that in the blink of an eye all we know will be gone and long forgotten,

I want to hold on to you and never let go.




are you reading this? Because if your are, I'd like it if you'd text me. Because I miss you.




Maybe if I stopped thinking about you for like 2 seconds, I could actually do something productive.

(Can I relate to this?^)





I can't believe I just shook your hand as a form of saying goodbye. This is why I shouldn't be allowed out in public.

(and this?^)




To the girl at the table near the back of the library -

I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much.

I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading.

That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.

I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine.

One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them.

Love, the boy a few tables away from yours




I can't breathe around the hope lodged in my chest.

(^love can be injurious to health)





you are a whole playlist on my ipod.

(^err)





sometimes i dream that you are sherlock holmes and i am watson.

we kiss in alleyways and solve nothing.

(^Will it be too corny if I say I know someone who I can dedicate this one to)




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yoB

(^my love for you is complicated. 'nuff said)




boy,

i was thinking this summer that maybe we could fall in love. you interested?

— girl



S,

sometimes i wonder how great we’d be if either of us had the courage to say something.

— a

(^We could have had it all.)



her,

i like it when you ramble.

— him

(^Sexist much?)



boy,

you are my new years resolution.

— girl

(^sigh)



boy on the subway,

I hope you don’t give everyone that smile. Even if you do, I will continue to believe it was just for me.

— anonymous

(^single girl's prayer)



you,

I only allow you to mess up my hair because I like you. I only allow you to steal my french fries because I like you. I only allow you to make fun of me because I like you.

I like you. Too, too much.

Let’s cut paper snowflakes and play Jenga all night forever.

— me



to a future soulmate,

we haven’t met. i’m not sure if we ever will. but i hope we do - sometime soon. i hope you’ll understand me and i won’t hurt you.

— i


(Summum Bonum)

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