Monday, October 12, 2009

The Colours Run

















Because you're looking for a date, not love. Because you're more interested in who you go to bed with than who you wake up next to. Because you tick boxes in your head instead of crossing lines in your heart.

35 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this so much <3

Anonymous said...

I look forward to reading your words each day, and today is another day of never being disappointed by them or the lines they gracefully cross.

Jeff said...

Lovely.

Anonymous said...

and that was always my biggest fear with you. you're temporary mindset.

Anonymous said...

I know of one lady in particular exactly like this... creating misery for herself wherever she goes, trying to find the wrong definition of happiness... silly girl.

Ciara said...

I love this so much.. T_T

Pappelschnee said...

I love this, so true. I'm really glad, that I found you blog.

Anonymous said...

the way you are able to give out so much emotion through the way that you write is amazing

Anonymous said...

the way you are able to give out so much emotion through the way that you write is amazing

chic-chic said...

this was my notion before, no wonder i screw things up every now and then.

Anonymous said...

this is what i needed to read.

Lottie said...

Oh god, how much that sounds like me and I didn't even realise before. x

misplacedfriend said...

Perfect metaphor for life.
Create because you need to share the love fueled vision. Not because you want an award.
Do a favor because of what you can give, not what you stand to gain.
Offer love, because you are lucky enough to be able to.

<3 this one, Iain.
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adriana said...

beautiful.

Abaddon said...

I love this!

I know I dont want to be someones best pick off a list. I want to be their choice by passion

hubbafornow said...

thats amazing.

Anonymous said...

I woke up next to him yesterday and the first thing he said to me was "I Love You". I'm the luckiest girl in the world. He crosses off lines in his heart, not his head.

Anonymous said...

I wish you would blog everyday; Your blog is amazing( :

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NS said...

this is my second favorite.... thanks... that is all I can say.

Aella said...

wow.
this cuts straight into me.
thankyou.

Anonymous said...

this discribes so many people, this made me melt inside, your words are fabulous.

The Confessionist said...

Love it! So many people do this!

Aman said...

very well said!

PagaiDi said...

Your words are so alive! they come sit next to me and touch my heart with warm lips as I watch moments happening. thank You (hug) (heart)

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Sara said...

simply magical.
you never fail to strike a chord (:

Anonymous said...

This is exactly what I can't tell you because you'd call me a hypocrite, but that wouldn't be true.

I know I want to wake up next to you. You know this too.

Maria Angelique said...

*hit*

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Anonymous said...

This is for him. Because he sees me as a date who he wants to go to bed with because I'm able to fulfill eight out of ten of his requirements in his mental checklist.

But I want to be more. ;_;

Anonymous said...

I think I just realized two things: 1)you DID write this for me, 2) I've been looking at it the wrong way. Thanks!

gishungwa said...

Deep post.

Anonymous said...

I've had bad luck, and decided to leave it all. I feel something in my heart every time I get a confession - but not enough for me to build a relationship. I feel compassion, perhaps even love towards them, for the fact that they are able to love. But its the way I feel my heart bursting when I read one of your posts that hit the mark, or see a picture (or a view) that pierces my heart, or when my friends do something that is really sweet (and I do not mean buying me a present - just doing something, or saying something trivial which makes my heart melt). Its never enough for me to want them to be the one who wakes up next to me in morning.
I'm always polite, and carefully distance myself from them. A part of me dies every time I notice their discomfort, how saddened they are. Another part dies when I hear that they have moved on.
I never do. Their love, however much I grieve for them, is sustaining me while I cannot love myself.
As it is now, I live my life, pouring love upon my friends, giving them everything that I cannot give that special one. They tell me that I ought to get a significant other, because I really am that type... But it doesn't work that way.

Iain, thank you for having, yet again, reminded me that I do not have to search for it. Even friendship love is good, isn't it? Things grow without us noticing, and one day your heart is filled.
I can't wait.

Molly said...

I love the accompanying picture. It makes me want to live in a city instead of the small rural area where I live. You have this way of speaking to people...I love it.