A nail in the foot of romance. That’s what my girlfriend told me, that ungrateful she-swine. One flower delivery turns inexplicably into a murder and that’s it, your life is suddenly unrecognizable. I hate it, but I’ve been forced to live on.
There is nothing romantic about life. People tell each other to see the best in things. I look at a slugh ooze its way across a weed. Nothing special. A girl declared her undying love for me not twenty minutes ago. I told her I didn’t believe in that sort of thing and she cried. She cried and cried and cried. Tell me, where is the romance in that?
Emily lit the candles with a flourish, flicking the lighter closed with the back of her thumb. She slid around the counter and leaned over the glossy sheen, the shine of the candles dancing around her eyes.
“Come here, big daddy,” she said.
The cake said nothing as she smashed her face into it.
love when you don’t think you can, to do nice things for another person that you really care about. having unconditional love for someone without judgement. allowing yourself to hand over your heart and life to another to share with them, and letting htem know you and all of you.
I can look and your eyes and see the endless, crashing waves of your love, unable to be contained. Keep me close, and listen to the music my heart plays for you.
I tend to like romantic things but I don’t consider myself a romantic. In fact that is one word my husband will never call me. It is a goal of mine to be able to say the right thing at the right moment and make him go wow. But when it comes to romantic movie moments they tend to drop a tear from my eyes without a doubt.
The most romantic thing I’ve done is to leave my family and friend in the US and come to live in Uruguay to marry Daniel who I met for 1 month and whit whom we wrote back and forth for 2 years. Does that count?
love. bed. being with him. moonlight and the seashore. me and him eating french cheese, drinking white whine on a little wall next to the sea. getting kind of tipsy and lauging really hard. cigarettes. skinny dipping and mr crab man.
This isn’t romantic at all, but it popped into my head.
I used to have several friends who worked with telephone porn companies. It was extra work, a step up in pay from telemarketing, and they could pick their own hours. To hear them compare stories at parties was hilarious. Like telemarketing, some worked in an office at a phone bank, and others worked from home and calls were forwarded to them during their work hours.
Keep that in mind guys…. the next time you think “Bambi” is into you and your fantasy, it’s more likely she’s in flannel pajamas and slippers, ironing, paying bills, putting away dishes, and maybe even getting ready for her real date ;)
Romantic is what we see in the movies. I love romatic comedies. Romatic is Valentines day. Oh and then there is chocolate. I love chocolate. Especially chocolate with nuts. Its soo good. Arby’s its good mood food. Moo. Cows. Pigs. Chickens. Old Mcdonald’s had a farm. So yeahh.
Romance is the best thing in the world! It is so much fun. But its so annoying. Girls will kill you, emotionally and physically. The best romances, are ones between your fellow best friends and family. Trust no one but yourself, especially with your heart.
Your love makes me want to romanticize every possible situation brought before me. I can look and your eyes and see the endless, crashing waves of your love, unable to me contained.
romance is overrated people need to change their ideals and get tehir priorities straight romance is not the be all and end all and is unnecessary people who broadcast ily all over the place dont really understand what love is and treat it very immaturely
Romantic
I used to think that a guy being in a romantic relationship with me was the be-all and end-all. But not so much any more. At least, not in the stereotypical view of romance. My husband? Not the tall dark and handsome kind of guy. But he’s romantic in HIS way … through a funny juxtaposition of words and phrases, and by his very constancy. Having someone return to you over and over again? Romantic!
I am a romantic. At least, that what I’ve been told. But I’ve been told many things, and of many things, and many things is a lot to believe. Maybe I am a romantic. Maybe that is one thing to believe. Because it is one thing I would like to believe.
I love being a romantic.
Romantic.
Romance.
Romance, oh, isn’t it romantic, a thin veneer of falsehood to start off a relationship. Give me sweats and slippers over uncomfortable but dazzling clothes, fresh scrubbed faces instead of ones caked with make-up.
I was a romantic back in the day, though not anymore. These days my idea of romance is taken straight from the chick flick romantic comedies I watch and has nothing to do with reality. The good thing about it is that I am aware of this. I’m not deluding myself. I think I’ve just come to terms with the fact that romance will never exist in my life in any real way. I’ve accepted it, now I can keep living in my fantasy world as usual.
kathleen admired the half romantic notions of bogdan’s youth to deny his wish to go outside and use the world as his playground. the tobacco fields were just dense enough to pretend the were in a woods.she smiled,”go out and play,but stay inside the fields.”
I love
you broke
my line
– the dust
fell off
the toilet seat
dissolved
in the shaken or
happy hour squirt
of missed piss
– amber stream
between the cracked tile banks
romance. the one thing that has always lacked in my life. i’ve dated or kissed or anything. but love….romance….the beauty of life….just has yet to come my way. i know it will one day…maybe with that boy I met not so long ago. I can’t be quite sure, but I know one day it will..how long do i have to wait….
“I have far too much on my mind for romance,” she told him. “far too much on your mind for romance?” he asked. “don’t lie to me, dear. I can see the twinkle in your eyes, and your rosy colored cheeks. you are the one who falls most easily in love! so come on over, you hopeless romantic. come dance with me, because i’m just as hopeless.”
When I needed romance I got it
In the form of “Fuck You” since
“I Love You” was a privilege
for me to hear.
Yeah, you were romantic.
You were all romantic.
All my ex’s were too romantic
that I had to let them go
so they could fuck romance
over with someone else.
He hated it. The romantic feel that crept into the hearts of lovebirds chirpping happily in their repulsive, disgusting bliss. He despised it, abhorred it even. For it was during the romantic season that her kiss, the feel of her soft skin pressed up against him, her breathy whispers came back to him the most. Disgusting.
Love in the real sense of the word is not romantic. There is no magic only the stark reality of commitment. Cherish the memory of the moment if you want to be a fool. Otherwise move forward knowing what your life was meant to be.
“I have far too much on my mind for romance,” she told him. “far too much on your mind for romance?” he asked. “don’t lie to me, dear. I can see the twinkle in your eyes, and your rosy colored cheekbones. you are the one who falls most easily in love! so come on over, you hopeless romantic. come dance with me, because i’m just as hopeless.”
I think that there’s something cruel at times about this word. You strive for it, fight for it, hope for it but never actually get it right unless you’re shooting for the exact same thing as the person across from you.
Getting it right is sweet though. Maybe that’s what gives it its power, its potency, and it’s sweetness.
it’s nice, i’m craving some of that every once in a while. It feels good, it feels right. the world is lacking romantic princes who would treat women the way they want to be treated, not necessarily the way they deserve to be treated.
He loves Ryan in some kind of romantic vintage way. He loves the idea of Ryan, of what Ryan represents. He doesn’t…he can’t actually admit that he does love Ryan in a way that means he has to abandon the life he spent twenty-five years building. He isn’t strong enough to do that. Most days he thinks of what could have been if he was.
Romantic was the wrong word for the setting. Daniel would have gone with creepy, if the way the girl was smiling and brandishing a steak knife was any clue. Admittedly, she was wearing a pretty red dress and had bright blue eyes, but the blood dripping from her hand was another bad sign.
“So, maybe I rang the wrong doorbell,” he said, and he swore he’d never let T and the boys set him up on a blind date again.
Todd and Lisa were on a drive into the mountains. They wanted to spend a wonderful, romantic weekend watching the leaves change. They stayed in a 4 star hotel and drank cider all evening. Lisa told Todd a week later that this one weekend made her decide not to divorce him.
romantic is something that describes something beautiful or lovely. Something that makes you feel happy inside and that someone put a lot of thought into.
When the rain falls outside of your window, you hear your heart beating in rhythm with the sounds of the city. The toots, the beeps, the sirens that pass by in sync with the sloshing of new rivers rain found in the city’s streets. As lonely as you may feel your heart feels the warmest – you feel the coziest and safest you have ever felt. The bright side of a romantic.
i feel romance when i look into your eyes and i cannot find the words… tears fill my eyes and fireworks explode in my stomach and I’m pretty sure those butterflies from before escaped but one got caught in my heart. even though i hold back the tears i can’t look away from you and finally you just whisper “I know baby”
tonight, actually! need to be in the woods. running errands close to there. so … picnic w/ the husband in a quaint little town nestled in the woods. quiet. alone. secluded, yet surrounded. surrounded by quiet :). romantic. yes. tonight.
A nail in the foot of romance. That’s what my girlfriend told me, that ungrateful she-swine. One flower delivery turns inexplicably into a murder and that’s it, your life is suddenly unrecognizable. I hate it, but I’ve been forced to live on.
There is nothing romantic about life. People tell each other to see the best in things. I look at a slugh ooze its way across a weed. Nothing special. A girl declared her undying love for me not twenty minutes ago. I told her I didn’t believe in that sort of thing and she cried. She cried and cried and cried. Tell me, where is the romance in that?
In later years, we know that romance is about possibility, promise. And that life yields less and less.
Emily lit the candles with a flourish, flicking the lighter closed with the back of her thumb. She slid around the counter and leaned over the glossy sheen, the shine of the candles dancing around her eyes.
“Come here, big daddy,” she said.
The cake said nothing as she smashed her face into it.
love when you don’t think you can, to do nice things for another person that you really care about. having unconditional love for someone without judgement. allowing yourself to hand over your heart and life to another to share with them, and letting htem know you and all of you.
I can look and your eyes and see the endless, crashing waves of your love, unable to be contained. Keep me close, and listen to the music my heart plays for you.
I am a romantic. I am a romantic for you.
When a man takes you out to a candlelight dinner and buys you flowers.
I tend to like romantic things but I don’t consider myself a romantic. In fact that is one word my husband will never call me. It is a goal of mine to be able to say the right thing at the right moment and make him go wow. But when it comes to romantic movie moments they tend to drop a tear from my eyes without a doubt.
The most romantic thing I’ve done is to leave my family and friend in the US and come to live in Uruguay to marry Daniel who I met for 1 month and whit whom we wrote back and forth for 2 years. Does that count?
love. bed. being with him. moonlight and the seashore. me and him eating french cheese, drinking white whine on a little wall next to the sea. getting kind of tipsy and lauging really hard. cigarettes. skinny dipping and mr crab man.
Romantic
This isn’t romantic at all, but it popped into my head.
I used to have several friends who worked with telephone porn companies. It was extra work, a step up in pay from telemarketing, and they could pick their own hours. To hear them compare stories at parties was hilarious. Like telemarketing, some worked in an office at a phone bank, and others worked from home and calls were forwarded to them during their work hours.
Keep that in mind guys…. the next time you think “Bambi” is into you and your fantasy, it’s more likely she’s in flannel pajamas and slippers, ironing, paying bills, putting away dishes, and maybe even getting ready for her real date ;)
To be romantic, you have to be commited, you have to consider the other person.
Romantic is what we see in the movies. I love romatic comedies. Romatic is Valentines day. Oh and then there is chocolate. I love chocolate. Especially chocolate with nuts. Its soo good. Arby’s its good mood food. Moo. Cows. Pigs. Chickens. Old Mcdonald’s had a farm. So yeahh.
Romance is the power to move you with a look, one look, long or short. A look that says; I know you.
Romance has the gift of moving you when you feel that the world has stood still.
Romance has t
Romance is the best thing in the world! It is so much fun. But its so annoying. Girls will kill you, emotionally and physically. The best romances, are ones between your fellow best friends and family. Trust no one but yourself, especially with your heart.
Your love makes me want to romanticize every possible situation brought before me. I can look and your eyes and see the endless, crashing waves of your love, unable to me contained.
romance is overrated people need to change their ideals and get tehir priorities straight romance is not the be all and end all and is unnecessary people who broadcast ily all over the place dont really understand what love is and treat it very immaturely
Romantic
I used to think that a guy being in a romantic relationship with me was the be-all and end-all. But not so much any more. At least, not in the stereotypical view of romance. My husband? Not the tall dark and handsome kind of guy. But he’s romantic in HIS way … through a funny juxtaposition of words and phrases, and by his very constancy. Having someone return to you over and over again? Romantic!
I am a romantic. At least, that what I’ve been told. But I’ve been told many things, and of many things, and many things is a lot to believe. Maybe I am a romantic. Maybe that is one thing to believe. Because it is one thing I would like to believe.
I love being a romantic.
Romantic.
Romance.
Romance, oh, isn’t it romantic, a thin veneer of falsehood to start off a relationship. Give me sweats and slippers over uncomfortable but dazzling clothes, fresh scrubbed faces instead of ones caked with make-up.
I was a romantic back in the day, though not anymore. These days my idea of romance is taken straight from the chick flick romantic comedies I watch and has nothing to do with reality. The good thing about it is that I am aware of this. I’m not deluding myself. I think I’ve just come to terms with the fact that romance will never exist in my life in any real way. I’ve accepted it, now I can keep living in my fantasy world as usual.
Not saying a word. The meaning of not saying anything, speaks volumes. Something I’ve never thought or read before, comes into mind.
kathleen admired the half romantic notions of bogdan’s youth to deny his wish to go outside and use the world as his playground. the tobacco fields were just dense enough to pretend the were in a woods.she smiled,”go out and play,but stay inside the fields.”
Saying nothing, but the meaning of not saying anything says a book full.
I love
you broke
my line
– the dust
fell off
the toilet seat
dissolved
in the shaken or
happy hour squirt
of missed piss
– amber stream
between the cracked tile banks
romance. the one thing that has always lacked in my life. i’ve dated or kissed or anything. but love….romance….the beauty of life….just has yet to come my way. i know it will one day…maybe with that boy I met not so long ago. I can’t be quite sure, but I know one day it will..how long do i have to wait….
“I have far too much on my mind for romance,” she told him. “far too much on your mind for romance?” he asked. “don’t lie to me, dear. I can see the twinkle in your eyes, and your rosy colored cheeks. you are the one who falls most easily in love! so come on over, you hopeless romantic. come dance with me, because i’m just as hopeless.”
Romantic? Ha.
Just the topic I need.
When I needed romance I got it
In the form of “Fuck You” since
“I Love You” was a privilege
for me to hear.
Yeah, you were romantic.
You were all romantic.
All my ex’s were too romantic
that I had to let them go
so they could fuck romance
over with someone else.
Not me.
He hated it. The romantic feel that crept into the hearts of lovebirds chirpping happily in their repulsive, disgusting bliss. He despised it, abhorred it even. For it was during the romantic season that her kiss, the feel of her soft skin pressed up against him, her breathy whispers came back to him the most. Disgusting.
Love in the real sense of the word is not romantic. There is no magic only the stark reality of commitment. Cherish the memory of the moment if you want to be a fool. Otherwise move forward knowing what your life was meant to be.
“I have far too much on my mind for romance,” she told him. “far too much on your mind for romance?” he asked. “don’t lie to me, dear. I can see the twinkle in your eyes, and your rosy colored cheekbones. you are the one who falls most easily in love! so come on over, you hopeless romantic. come dance with me, because i’m just as hopeless.”
I think that there’s something cruel at times about this word. You strive for it, fight for it, hope for it but never actually get it right unless you’re shooting for the exact same thing as the person across from you.
Getting it right is sweet though. Maybe that’s what gives it its power, its potency, and it’s sweetness.
it’s nice, i’m craving some of that every once in a while. It feels good, it feels right. the world is lacking romantic princes who would treat women the way they want to be treated, not necessarily the way they deserve to be treated.
He loves Ryan in some kind of romantic vintage way. He loves the idea of Ryan, of what Ryan represents. He doesn’t…he can’t actually admit that he does love Ryan in a way that means he has to abandon the life he spent twenty-five years building. He isn’t strong enough to do that. Most days he thinks of what could have been if he was.
beautiful. love. simple. necessary. makes you feel special. not many people believe in romance anymore. and romance is not the same for everyone.
Romantic was the wrong word for the setting. Daniel would have gone with creepy, if the way the girl was smiling and brandishing a steak knife was any clue. Admittedly, she was wearing a pretty red dress and had bright blue eyes, but the blood dripping from her hand was another bad sign.
“So, maybe I rang the wrong doorbell,” he said, and he swore he’d never let T and the boys set him up on a blind date again.
Todd and Lisa were on a drive into the mountains. They wanted to spend a wonderful, romantic weekend watching the leaves change. They stayed in a 4 star hotel and drank cider all evening. Lisa told Todd a week later that this one weekend made her decide not to divorce him.
romantic is something that describes something beautiful or lovely. Something that makes you feel happy inside and that someone put a lot of thought into.
When the rain falls outside of your window, you hear your heart beating in rhythm with the sounds of the city. The toots, the beeps, the sirens that pass by in sync with the sloshing of new rivers rain found in the city’s streets. As lonely as you may feel your heart feels the warmest – you feel the coziest and safest you have ever felt. The bright side of a romantic.
i feel romance when i look into your eyes and i cannot find the words… tears fill my eyes and fireworks explode in my stomach and I’m pretty sure those butterflies from before escaped but one got caught in my heart. even though i hold back the tears i can’t look away from you and finally you just whisper “I know baby”
tonight, actually! need to be in the woods. running errands close to there. so … picnic w/ the husband in a quaint little town nestled in the woods. quiet. alone. secluded, yet surrounded. surrounded by quiet :). romantic. yes. tonight.