“How Are You Defining Love?” “It Isn’t A Simple Formula, Harry. I’m Not Sure. I Recognize It

CS Lewis: To love at all (x)

I just think that I would love to hand these out for halloween

Random drawing for a short story idea i liked... Police procedural meets paranormal in a sense? Idk just ranting now lol

Tomorrow I need to find eople to hang with

Eros

a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

Agape selfless altruistic love; spiritual

Oh god I be seeing myself in this

Six types of Love

Evasive

We often joke about such things like you and I, how we are and how we love brings subtle tension, like slow nudgings of unrest in our souls. I smile as I mask my truths in hyperbole and faux romantic cheese. What are we? Nothing? You speak warnings, pushing away but I feel that it is only in fear. Your warning nobody but yourself... Why can't you answer the question, "what are we?" I could compare us to Orpheus and Eurydice, compare myself to a stone and you the water, maybe I could compare you to a butterfly and I the watcher... No matter the form your nature define our reactions, I can't have you for you flee when in the face of the serious, when I leave to follow my passions, you creep upon my sides watching and wondering... In a way I guess it'll never matter the question, the answer holds no meaning while you reject me.

So damn true...

Think I want to do that for my house

(via Beelog)

A few years ago, before the troubles, before the pointing and bickering, and long before I was the always shifting fragmented images you all like to believe you know... Long before all of that mess I happened to be laying on a small couch. I was in the daggy, cold, and yet cozy basement of an dorm in San Fran, where a photo was taken of me as I laid. I wouldn't had thought that I'd be noticed, franky I've forgotten that at my heart I'm "antisocial". I've grow to reconize how much I where my heart on my sleeve that the memory of such instances seem to take on a new form. I have never been one to be upfront, I dont know how to be and I'm too afraid to do so. I grew up in conditions that forced me to be that way, to mumble when I want to scream, to smile when crying is all I can bare, to help when I want to die, to survive even when doing so brings only more pain to me. The darkness inside of me, that antisocial divide within, that was my soul, the part of me I locked away as I lead a life to blend and "socialize" with people even when I haven't the slightest go-damn clue how to do so... I come off as intense, overly serious, angry, dramatic, stupid, whatever that the title of the day happens to be... Yet, I'm only acting how I dreamt I'd be. I am the man I dreamt to be, but sadly reality doesn't sit well with my childhood dreams, for the friends, the adventures, and even the affections I've wanted to experierence all came with many burns and scars. To the youth in me, my idea of good future for myself was someone who wasn't on the corner smoking crack and who would always try to be with his friends to the very end, and that maybe if I was caring and strong enough I'd reach the point where people would come to respect that, and I'd be able to make friends who wouldnt use me, or hurt me, or make fun of me. I never had the pleasure of being alone, I was always alone. Talking to myself, talking to things I could never be sure were there, talking and dreaming and thinking of the things and people I'd become involved with my future. In school I was weird, akward, ugly, a mutt, a retard, a fag, so many words and abusive actions where used against me even before I could understand them. I was the pasting fancy, I'd have friends for maybe two weeks at most, the new kids who'd quickly realize my status and leave me. Yet, when I think of these times I realize how much I didn't mind, things were always better. I was always getting stronger, and in a way I am... You see this picture means so much to me because this was where my life changed, and I started to gain what I've become now, I'm still antisocial, a freak, ans a oddity sure... but at least I'm more human then the programed robots I meet now... So I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone has a snapshot, maybe a self pic, or a family photo, or maybe a picture from someone you grew to love... No matter what always be willing to keep going, to always want the best for others, and to always be willing to forgive- breathing the winds of creation and peace from the torrent of both flaming hate and chilling watery love...

Openness

It was the first time in my life it seems, that I stopped acting, faking myself and really started looking in... I see how idealism clashes with cynicism, how anger fills my pours, and love creates my bones, I see how run downed I am, and how weeak I've become... I've opened up to men who are strangers about things I've hid deep inside, but they trust me with their own wrongs and thoughts and honor me the same way, I've told my whole class about an issue which has ruinned my life and about how hard it is for me to deal with my anger... Yet 9 mins over the time limit I was appaulded...

I"ve found my core and uprooted myself more then ever, and I'm reaching a changing point...

I'm starting to balance out, the battles are gettin g harder and no longer am I overcoming others and my environment, but now I must deal with myself...I'm finding out who truely loves me, who only used the love I've given, and in the ashes of the relationships I've held I find the clues to their undoing...