love or infatuation?

Infatuation is fleeting desire- one set of glands calling to another. It is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about the relationship that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time. It is quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It gives you strength and grows beyond you to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his presence, even when he is away. Miles do not separate you. But near or far, you know he is yours and you can wait.
Infatuation says, “We must get married right away. I can’t risk losing him.” Love says, “Be patient. Don’t panic. Plan your future with confidence.” Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy. Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship that makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers. Infatuation lacks confidence. When he is away, you wonder if he’s being unfaithful. Sometimes, you check. Love means trust. You are calm, secure, and unthreatened. He feels your trust, and it makes him even more trustworthy. Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction. Love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you better than you were before.

-dear abbey-

Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek.
Martin Luther King, Jr.

emptied words

don't say anything
not if u don't mean it
not if you say it to take it back
i never asked you to
i'm calling your bluff
i've got nothing to hide
nothing to try
so lay it down
or keep the silence
i'm hearing
what you're not saying
what you are is unclear
so begin
so end
so anything
i'm already crippled
i'm already down
i'm all ready
until i turn around

word of the day

o⋅ver⋅ture
   /ˈoʊvərtʃər, -ˌtʃʊər/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [oh-ver-cher, -choor] Show IPA Pronunciation
noun, verb, -tured, -tur⋅ing.
–noun
1. an opening or initiating move toward negotiations, a new relationship, an agreement, etc.; a formal or informal proposal or offer: overtures of peace; a shy man who rarely made overtures of friendship.
2. Music.
a. an orchestral composition forming the prelude or introduction to an opera, oratorio, etc.
b. an independent piece of similar character.
3. an introductory part, as of a poem; prelude; prologue.
4. (in Presbyterian churches)
a. the action of an ecclesiastical court in submitting a question or proposal to presbyteries.
b. the proposal or question so submitted.
–verb (used with object)
5. to submit as an overture or proposal: to overture conditions for a ceasefire.
6. to make an overture or proposal to: to overture one's adversary through a neutral party.

gchat

Fred: eshie where are you
are you in my computer?
scares me.
me: whoa whoa
lol
i'm at work!
Sent at 1:58 PM on Wednesday
Fred: hey work hard. no wasting company time
me: wow
Fred: but it's fun to talk to you this way
me: it is isn't it?
Fred: yes
me: where are youuuu
Fred: at home
researching
me: with miles
Fred: no, he's busy barking
now there are few people jogging by, he's busy barking at them
where are you eshie, come back


that's fred.
otherwise known as... dad.
he's a funny funny person.
we've never gchat-ed before this, but i think we're embarking on a new communication level.
:)

you

the perfect

i'm walking
only stopping for the perfect pair
the fancies
the deal
the comfie
the one-of-a-kind
the everyday
the timeless
when i find it
we'll be the match
the one i've been waiting for
so i'll just keep walking
and i won't even have to ask
but you will
walk with me

in lieu of

drag Queens

i can't remember since when but
my obsession is... smoking chicks
they make cigarettes look sexy
the vice that upsets me the most is now the greatest attraction
maybe one day when i decide to bring sexy back, i'll pick up smoking
and then you'll snap a photo of me
or not

blimp on my scale

stay

Build a sandcastle big enough for us to sleep
Paint it golden with the sunrise

pierces

There's a lot you don't know
There's a lot I can't tell
Would you think I'm crazy
if you knew me that well?
cause there's a lot you don't know
but you say you won't go and I'd like to believe you
But I know there's no one left to save me
i'm the only one
There's no one left to save me
There's no one left to save me
Was it all in my head?
Or somehow is it truth?
Was it something I said?
I can offer no clue
I did it for love
I did for experience
I did it for love
I did it for, I did it for, I did it for love

save me.
jesus

to whom it may concern

dream dreaming dreamt

freja

you got me pushing imaginary buttons
step away from me lover
away from me lover