love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The One and Only
Winter was in full effect, Christmas literally being days away. The temperature was nice for Arizona. Of course, such comments as “ARE YOU KIDDING?! IT’S FREEZING HERE!” were uttered, when in all reality, it was only 60 degrees outside. Families were preparing for Christmas celebrations and traditions, while one particular young teen was preparing to meet the girl he had been dreaming about meeting for months. Oh, what a day, you know? Sweaty palms, constantly having to wipe the sweat from your forehead, and making sure you looked somewhat decent and presentable, without looking like a weirdo for trying to wear a suit on the first date, how ironic.
By Bradly Johnson8 years ago in Humans
There Goes My Life
I remember it all. I remember when I lost you. When I felt you slip away from me. I remember when I first got you. When you leaned in, in the middle of the night, like a dream, like life had finally decided to let me win and give me someone as wonderful as you. I remember when I thought I'd secured you. When I thought you were finally mine. Our months of partnership. I had finally met my match. My heart had finally been won. My days of searching were finally through. I remember when we first kissed. When I told you after doing this, nothing would ever be the same. And you wanted to anyway. I wanted to anyway. And nothing was ever the same.
By C.G. Remmet8 years ago in Humans
Through the Rabbit Hole
Sometimes I feel the compulsion of the world. It is not grey. It has its shades. However, I am not talking about 50 Shades of Grey, so do not get too excited. The life around me is such at times…unstable, unbelievable. Then, when the lack of colour and sense overtakes me, all the back drawers of my mind open up and my imagination starts to do with this world whatever it wishes. Without asking me. How unpalatable on its part, you will say. And you will not be wrong. It is arrogant, unruly, inconspicuous, and quite annoying. It effortlessly makes me feel uncomfortable with its explosions of fantasies emerging before my eyes. It pulls a shy and ironically sad smile between my two cheeks and just makes me feel embarrassed, but it's mine...I cannot blame it. I cannot because sometimes it is my imagination that is all I have; all that manages to save me from this greyness.
By Michelle Sarkisyan8 years ago in Humans
Passion
All I can say is love sucks. Love has never been a happy thing and will always be a thorny rose. When I fall in love, I fall hard. I hope I can be free of my constant loneliness; I learned now that I was just going to have my heart crushed and broken to an even worse state than it already was, over and over again. These are just the ones I remember the best
By Jassper Withers8 years ago in Humans
Relationship Advice From My Uber Driver
I know this is going to come as a shock to many of you, but dating as a millennial is next to impossible. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea,” they say. Except what “they” don’t know is that the sea is actually full of fuck boys running from commitment, or good guys who have already found the one they are ready to settle down with. And if you happen to stumble upon a guy you think you might want to get to know, sooner or later you find out they are one or all of the following: too clingy, emotionally unavailable (and let me tell you, I’ve had my fair share, so I know the sea is full of them), too immature for a relationship right now, or he needs to find himself and is leaving to go travel for five months. So, after we eliminate all of those guys, what's left?
By Jennifer Proudfoot8 years ago in Humans
Love I Guess
My Perspective There was a time in my life when relationships meant nothing to me. It was just a term for a girl I messed around with. I fell for the masculine facade most males fall for. From our family, our media, and our schoolmates what being a man is is a plethora of skewed, warped ideas. I never had any positive male figures in my life, most of my family is very violent and rather complain or throw insults than think rationally. Due to this, I was whisked haphazardly into the journey of what it means to love. Love encapsulates so many different things. How we love and who we love can affect or is affected by who we are, and who we are could be broken down into even more categories. To put things into focus, “it’s complicated” in theory and thought but some things are better left experienced.
By L. R. Anthony’s8 years ago in Humans
The Streetlight
It was strangely warm out for a January night. On a night like this, John and I would be cuddled up on the couch, my head on his chest, watching a movie. John would always fall asleep and snore loudly in my ear. That little couch had been through years of use and now creaked every time there was weight on it. John always loved that damn couch. I couldn’t bring myself to sit in it, much less get rid of it since he had passed. The impression of his body laid on the right recliner, where he had spent nearly 50 years lounging with his feet up, watching the news. He used to yell at the stories he disagreed with, and every time, I would march in angrily, wondering why I had ever even married him in the first place. I regretted it even then. I loved him, and I had for most of my life, so life without him was hard.
By Scarlett Elizabeth8 years ago in Humans
Home Away from Home
Imagine your happy place, your home away from home, your sanctuary. Is it the place you feel most yourself? The place you feel like you can be anything you want to be? The place you feel your best? Is this the place you go to calm down or the place you go to get hyped up? Is this a place or is it a person?
By Jenny Hurley8 years ago in Humans
