Blind in Texas

“Accio glasses!” yelled the Dark Lord Voldemort.

“…fuck,” muttered the now nearly blind Harry Potter, wandering precariously close to the Giant Squid.

“I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life, & cuddle up during a movie, on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Get lost in the woods together. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams, make love in the candle light, in the car, in the shower, in the woods while were lost. Have fights, the kind that only really matter just as long as you’re having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes & not worry about breaking a nail or an arm. A guy who will bring me flowers, once in a while, maybe a rock too or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think of me, made him think “this might make my girl smile” as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, maybe even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything he’s got…”

I believe I found this someone. Or at least something very close to it. If I am wrong, God bless naivity. If I am right, I owe someone some thanks <3

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Cineva zicea la un momentdat ca “orice relatie e doar un mod de a te autosatisface prin intermediul celuilalt.”

Sa fim oare atat de egoisti si manipulatori? Sa promitem marea cu sarea unei persoane doar pentru a ne demonstra cata putere avem asupra ei? Sa convietuim cu acea persoana, sa o numim “jumatatea noastra” si intre timp sa ne spargem in sferturi si cincimi pentru altii? Si mai avem curajul sa numim asta o relatia bazata pe incredere si respect?

Nu. Suntem niste prosti camuflati de ideea de putere aspura altora. Ne place sa ne jucam, sa facem pe zeii, sa fim superiori si de neatins. Si in acelasi timp sa ii desconsideram pe altii care se cred zei, superiori, de neatins, care poate sunt mai puternici decat noi. Nu suntem zei. Nu suntem superiori. Nu suntem de neatins. Suntem doar prosti camuflati, egali in drepturi si indatoriri fata de alti prosti mai mult sau mai putin camuflati.

Leapsa de la Vic:

Ma enerveaza oamenii care nu accepta infrangerea, care nu stiu sa piarda.

Sau cred ca totul li se cuvine si cand nu pot pune mana pe ceva “their whole world falls to pieces”. Si cum nu pot sa fie singurii care sufera, fac tot posibilul sa sufere si ceilalti.

Sau isi pun toate sperantele intr-un singur lucru/eveniment, si devin isterici cand realizeaza ca acel ceva este de neatins.

Ma amuza oamenii care isi pun intrebari idioate, pentru care raspunsul se afla chiar in textul intrebarii.

Sau cei care se framanta atat pentru lucruri nesemnificative.
Sau care mint de ingheata apele, uita ce au zis si se contrazic.

Imi plac oamenii care zambesc sincer. Imi plac oamenii in general. Dar sa fie ‘oameni’.