Real Love never parades itself outside in the streets, letting everyone know just how real it is. Real Love never needs an agent, a manager or a public relations guy. It doesn’t need an ad campaign or clever salesmen to move its product or drum up business. Real Love rarely sends out flyers to let everyone know it’s in the neighborhood.
Real Love has talent, has a real gift, but it doesn’t orchestrate the camera angles to maximize its potential. And it never has to slip money into an unnoticed hand to get into a gig or sell itself out to slide in through the back door. Real Love is content to wait quietly outside talking to the stage hands.
Real Love never needs a dozen roses and a nice car for the first date, and it doesn’t start out with the lobster and chardonnay. Real Love won’t lie in the heat of the moment to have its way, and it never uses all the right words to get what it wants. Real Love usually takes things slowly and gets better with age.
Real Love smiles even when it’s unfashionable to do so and never holds back tears. It looks good without makeup on and isn’t afraid to go out in public unprepared. Real Love quit rambling on about nothing a long time ago and doesn’t worry that it might not have anything to say right now. Real Love looks you in the eye during the awkward silences.
When it’s treated cruelly or quietly snubbed, Real Love never turns inward or burns spitefully. It never calls up mutual friends to vent in anger or stoops to pettiness to have its revenge.
Real Love is quietly hopeful and devastatingly kind. It’s always on time, and it doesn’t quit just because the shift is over. Real Love is surprising, like a night out under the stars. And though it usually prefers the softest touches, Real Love has strength enough to fend off all other suitors.
Real Love is not a gamble, a ruse or a phase. It’s not faddish or shallow, too young or too old. It’s cross-cultural and counter-cultural and sub-cultural. It doesn’t favor big bank accounts or the most beautiful faces, and it rarely comes around when it’s not called. Real Love likes the lowest voices and shows little respect for the big booming ones, though it doesn’t count them out just because they don’t get it right now.
Real Love is a movement, an affection and an arrow pointing home; it is a peace, a precept and a personality. It knows about forever and ever, and it works just fine in the now and the here. And Real Love doesn’t need a clever tag line at the end to get its point across one last time.-Eric Hurtgen, via Relevant Magazine
tht post wuz funny bt if ur ganna get mad bout it go take it out sumwere else cuz its ment 2 b funny so stop being so narrow minded n chill da fuck out… haha u faild abortion :)
go up 2 any random person, nd with a serious face tell them thy were a faild abortion… haha thy never no wat 2 say back haha
You don’t find a combination of face,ass,and tits anywhere else.
I mean sure white chicks are cute, until they hit their 40’s. Then that shit is a fucking sag-a-thon.
Then black chicks just aren’t cute to me. Not to be racist or anything, but bro, those fucking noses are not cute.Asians see everything in like widescreen HD vision and shit, and some of them don’t even have eyelids.
You know what hispanics do? +h3Y t@!k l1k3 TH1$
Now that you have pointed the flaws out of my race, I have pointed out yours.
Good day sir.
dam i jus realized i have no life.. i hardly hang out. im always cleaning babysitting or wrking…whos in b-wood or antioch tht wanna kick it :)
Girls need to realize this. We guys don’t care if you talk to other guys. We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys, but when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off, it doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there. We don’t care if a guy calls or texts you. But at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned, nothing is that important at 2am. Also, when we tell you you’re pretty / beautiful/ gorgeous / cute / stunning, we freaking mean it. Don’t tell us we’re wrong. We’ll stop trying to convince you .The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don’t be mad when we hold the door open.Ttake advantage of the mood im in . Let us pay for you! don’t ‘feel bad’ we enjoy doing it. It’s expected. smile and say ‘thank you’. kiss us when n.o one’s watching. if you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed. you don’t have to get dressed up for us. if we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own .we like you for who you are and not what you are .honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her pj’s .or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up .don’t take everything we say seriously .sarcasm is a beautiful thing. see the beauty in it .don’t get angry easily.stop using magazines/media as your bible. don’t talk about how hot chris brown, brad pitt, or jesse mccartney is in front of us .it’s boring, and we don’t care. you have girlfriends for that .whatever happened to the word ‘handsome’/’beautiful’ i’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with ‘hey handsome!’ instead of ‘hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy’ or whatever else you can think of .on the other hand im not sayin’ i woulndnt like it ether ;) girls, i cannot stress this enough: if you aren’t being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change!!!!! ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population & find someone who will treat you with utter respect . someone who will make you smile when you’re at your lowest. someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes . someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel . someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes ….and say ‘i love you’ ..and actually mean it.
give the nice guys a chance.
(via paigedanielle)
i have 2 buy my sku clothes yet again.. thy aint bought me shit since 7th grade… im in 11th. thy evnt get welfare child support n foster care payment n still dnt buy me shit.. thy spend it on their kids…bt thts another story.. fml
its kinda sad 2 say nd realize id rather be @ school thn @ home.. ha i feel more @ home @ sku thn i do @ home… thts all bad
o 4got they didnt pay the fon bill either haha sryy chee chee, ill txt u wen my phone gets turnd back on :)
BOO BOO! i miss you, hurry up & get your damn phone back. i have alot to tell you!
thn tell me lol unless u want me 2 call lol the hs phone still wrkz lol
uhh illl tell you when you have your phone. its kinda private
haha ok… im misrible.. i cant evn spell it right lol
its miserable^ lol. & why because you dont have your phone or something else?
hey ill tell u in a min but i jus made a aim hit me up RamonDDeleon@aim.com
o 4got they didnt pay the fon bill either haha sryy chee chee, ill txt u wen my phone gets turnd back on :)
BOO BOO! i miss you, hurry up & get your damn phone back. i have alot to tell you!
thn tell me lol unless u want me 2 call lol the hs phone still wrkz lol
uhh illl tell you when you have your phone. its kinda private
haha ok… im misrible.. i cant evn spell it right lol
