What annoys me about Samantha isn’t that she rejected me (as she kinda didn’t), but rather that she rejected the possibility of her being loved in general. I don’t understand why someone would think that about themselves.
Am watching a program on the fundamental differences between Islam and Christianity. This is huge! Conditional Love vs. Unconditional Love.
But the highest level at which we’re able to interact and have a relationship is what I am talking about today, and that is real intimacy. That is where we give and receive without exploitation. “I don’t want to use you, I want to love you. I want to experience you. I want to know you. I want to smell you. I want to feel you. I want to grow with you. I want to dance with you, cry with you. I want to caress you.” But as I said, it’s going to take all the energies you have.
— Leo Buscaglia in Living, Loving & Learning p. 160
What if my fascination with love wasn’t caused by some unfulfilled psychological need, philosophical yearning for understanding, or the fact that my zodiac sign is Cancer, but rather the fact that, during the impressionable stage of pre-adolescence, I’d absolutely loved the Backstreet Boys’ music? 😦
😦 Received the first text from her in about a week. “Sorry I freaked out” 😟
My panic attacks provide the struggle that I’ve needed for so long. In the face of them, life, regular life, is so precious and special. I wish not to impose my frequently-panicking self upon others, but I also want to grab hold of people and lead them around pointing out interesting stuff that they’re taking for granted. But at the same time I wish so much to experience their worlds, to see what they’ll do if/when the notions of should or should not do not even enter their perception.
I come to love just about everyone I meet and get to know. For some reason I feel as though I should feel guilty or bad about this, but I don’t.
Do not wish to be loved, but to be lovely.
— (via zeroqualms)
I want this. :F
(Source: kr-haku)
I think that love defies and goes beyond expectations. Expect that it’ll be easy and it’ll be difficult, difficult to the point where you question your willingness to love at all. Expect that it’ll be difficult and it’ll be easy, easy to the point where you question whether you’re in love at all (“It can’t be this easy”).
