All posts tagged: love

Date Idea That Requires Little to No Money

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Originally posted on sophie harris:
Hiya!! I’m back with another valentines day related post and this time I want to give you guys some ideas for dates that don’t require too much money. I’m not going to say zero money because that’s not always plausible and honestly, off of the top of my head, I can’t think of any. I’m a poor girl and I know a lot of people, especially students, will not have as much money to splash out extreme amounts on date for this somewhat special day. So I know how it feels and this is my list of 8 money free date ideas. 1. Seek out a food market and live off of the free samples. I do this regardless of dates to be honest hahaha! Restaurants are so bloody expensive sometimes so let’s do that. 2. A museum date. Maybe this is boring to some people, but for me at least who is a history student, it’s fantastic. Most museums have all day admissions so you can go after work…

Some Grotesque Teenage Beast of a Boy – 6th & 7th August 1999

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Originally posted on If Destroyed Still True:
Friday 6thRhian, Abby and I went swimming today. The main reason behind it was not to swim but to see Ben McFarlane. We did but only briefly. He wasn’t actually doing his pool attending like we’d hoped but he was in the shop part. I saw Rhian’s friend Laura Morgan’s brother, Duncan, today. The rest of his family are in Florida but he’s stayed here with his auntie who’s having a barbeque tomorrow to which we’re invited. Duncan was working in his parent’s café today and Rhian was ordered by Auntie S to introduce us to him, seeing as he’ll be at this barbeque as well, but she didn’t. Instead, Rhian got food and I got a good look at Duncan. I’ve never seen him before but Abby saw him at Christmas and Rhian sees him all the time and they both told me he was minging. So, I went in there expecting him to be some grotesque teenage beast of a boy but in fact I was…

Accepting the Love You Think You Deserve

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Originally posted on Rosie Culture:
Once upon a time I got dumped and just did not know how to deal. I felt like I had failed the relationship, my boyfriend, myself. I thought I didn’t really deserve to fall in love again – like I had missed my chance. And time and time again I was thrown into dating scenarios where everything I thought after that break up was confirmed. I was treated poorly. I treated people poorly. I had no sense of “I deserve better than this” or “I can be better.” I didn’t think those things, I accepted the insults and the cheating and the lies. I reciprocated them happily. I accepted the horrible treatment because I felt like a horrible person. Even when I came around to realizing that I’m not a horrible person, the dating scenarios never changed. I became happier and better only to still not have the wholesome relationship that I had been missing ever since the initial break up. But just because people treat you poorly, it doesn’t mean you…

A Little Love

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Originally posted on Miss Toni Speaks:
Ten days ago my love and I celebrated six years of dating. On this day, we travelled to Reach Falls in Portland. It was a long journey but the beauty of this island was not lost on me. The rain was pouring when we arrived but we managed to have an enjoyable time regardless. I love road trips so that in itself was just great! It’s been six years of dating at long distance and I can’t help but wonder when that will end. There is no foreseeable end but at least we have decided to take certain moves towards that. I’m on the hunt for a job in his area and he in mine. I am so looking forward to a breakthrough because I would like to move past us only having a visiting relationship. I think one of the challenge is that we have not been intentional about it. It’s like we’re just waiting and if it happens, it happens. Or maybe it’s contentment, we’re just both so happy with…

Poetic Love

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Originally posted on vinnylanni:
She fell in love with my words. I couldn’t compete. My stories, poetic flow, and ability to ignite emotion in others held her a captive to my craft. My words are my catalyst; the perfect muse to manipulate her mind, make her fall in love, with me; if she only knew of my intentions. The way I can press ink to paper made me worth something. In her world, she saw my beautiful letters in-coherence, stories of love, and fictional tales of our future beyond the page before she spoke real words to me. Poetry can help land a dream girl, a beautiful one too; I’m different; most guys don’t write. And she’ll adore me for my talent, until she realizes, my ink speaks of non-fiction, and I’m more than an emotion-soaked white blue-lined page on the inside.