This is a total falsehood spoon fed to us by romantic comedies. Love is only extraordinary, mad and passionate for a short time, and then in glimpses — brief, sweet moments. But mostly, it is just compatibility. It is just living. It is just not getting sick of each other. And all those expectations of grand sweeping romantic gestures consistently taking your breath away — or maybe something simpler, like some quirky, cuddly love from an indie flick — those things are very manufactured. People focus too much on the grandeur of love instead of just loving well. Loving the best you can. Loving without expectation. Loving with selflessness and loyalty and understanding. That is great love. That is love we should set our sights on.
May 2010
231 posts
I sort of feel like a child star, someone who spent their formative years acting like an adult only to regress in their later years back into a state of perpectual teeny-bopperdom.
Dear god does this resonate with me. Having spent my entire teenagedom dealing with issues far beyond that which the average 15 year old should have to, I find myself wanting to regress into basic high schoolish materialism. And I love that my good old junior college (yay going back to school) plays top 40 in its pristinely white hallways. I pretend I’m in a music video as I get school supplies out of my locker (typically after forgetting the combination 4 times).
I feel the ridgedness of adulthood settling down on me all the time, only to look back and realize I never really experienced the freedom of childhood.
Dylan Moran (via barkingsparrows)
(via transcendentalism)