serious kinks loving at the moment, going through one of those phases.
I'm reading Tortilla Flat by john steinbeck at the moment, I love his writing style; it's not ostentatiously full of long complex sentences and unnecessary vocabulary. In fact, his sentences are quite simple and short, but I think that enunciates the effect
I've been thinking about hypocritical romantic behaviour. Many people always take a cynical view on traditional cliche romance before they have the chance to be involved in it. And as soon as they find their one and only they become sickeningly infatuated, much to the annoyance of everyone around them. And before you raise your eyebrow and think: "just because she's bitter," i'm not, I love romance, if it's not sickening, soppy "i love you, you mean the world to me." I think true romance is the sonnet shakespeare wrote, sonnet 130? "my mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun etc.." It's realistic and truthful and that makes it beautiful if anything- hyperboles are horrible. I hate "she is the most beautiful girl in the world." of course they're not. Do people who say this honestly think they have never seen a better looking person, and when this relationship eventually ends they will most likely find someone new to take the place of the previously unconquerable position of "most beautiful girl in the world.
I hate "i love you" even more. If you love someone saying I love you makes no difference at all. It is a word that anyone can say, and the reason girls always complain about being broken hearted is because they were dumb enough to listen to three words, and words are all they are, that are so, so easy to say. So easy to say that it has lost all its meaning, anyway. The amount of times I have seen girls telling each other they love each other when in reality they hate each other. I guess on the occasion that you're feeling a strong surge of affection it's ok, but really, at the end of every text, every conversation.
Don't say you love someone publicly if you wouldn't say it to them in person.
Don't worry, if this happens to me and I become a soppy infatuated ponce you have my permission to remind me of this time, and to call me as hypocritical as you please