New Blog: A Truly Hopeless Romantic
Oh Love, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
This is my blog dedicated to the immaturities and immensities of Love. As a purveyor of the arts as well as the social sciences, I have developed an affinity towards all the operational definitions one might construct to understand or describe Love. Here you’ll find short stories (mostly historical fiction of the personal variety), music, images and quotes that I use to define the hypothetical construct of Love as I have understood it in my life. I hope you enjoy it.
3:38 pm • 1 February 2014
“I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.”
— Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
8:27 pm • 8 December 2013 • 10 notes
Silver Springs- Fleetwood Mac
And did you say she was pretty
And did you say that she loves you
Baby, I don’t wanna know
And can you tell me was it worth it
Really, I don’t wanna know
4:18 pm • 7 November 2013 • 15 notes
“Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.”
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
4:03 pm • 7 November 2013 • 5 notes
“I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion…”
— From “Cynara” by Ernest Christopher Dowson (via beautifulsins-beautifulthings)
8:29 pm • 28 October 2013 • 3 notes
Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?
Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
10:52 pm • 2 October 2013 • 369 notes
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
3:03 am • 24 September 2013 • 16 notes