So I’m a hopeless romantic.

I’m not sure why, but I am…  

So I have to ask, when did romance die?

Now It seems like most people just want to sit on the couch and watch netflix all day… I don’t get it.

Let me make you dinner and light some candles, spin some vinyl, share a bottle of wine with you on my porch.

That’s what I want to do.

Make you laugh, make you blush, make you smile, kiss you!

Go swimming at night time, ride our bicycles to the park and lay in the grass, take a nap under a tree.

The sun can be our blanket.

Maybe romance isn’t dead.  

Maybe I just can’t find it anymore.

Damn do I feel stupid.

Feel like shit so ya make stuff.
I need to get a real camera… Did this earlier tonight.

I need to get a real camera… Did this earlier tonight.

Can I check a book out from you and then take you out on a date?

Can I check a book out from you and then take you out on a date?

So apparently when you engage in real life and can’t be on tumblr people stop following you. I don’t get it…

everything that’s good never seems to last in my life. the moment you truly care for somebody they just betray you.

Although this is just a commercial for life insurance I thought the message was great.

Here is an awesome story from the above musician Rich Terfry aka Buck 65

I think it was the summer of 2006. I was in New York. After a sweaty afternoon of running around Manhattan, I decided to head back to Brooklyn. I was crashing at a friend’s house there. Before catching the L train, I stopped at a newsstand and picked up a copy of Mojo magazine. I mention this because it will become important later in this story.

I was halfway down the steps to the platform at Union Station when I heard the horn sound that indicates the doors of the train are about to close. I ran.

I managed to slip through the doors just before they closed. I always feel a bit like Indiana Jones when that happens. It was rush hour, so the train was packed. Heart pounding and slightly winded, I found myself nose-to-nose with a startlingly pretty girl. I suddenly felt very shy and looked at the floor. Gosh, she was so pretty. I almost couldn’t believe it. To be sure I wasn’t dreaming, I glanced up. Our eyes met. I felt embarrassed for having been caught looking at her. I few moments later, the exact same thing happened a second time.

Suffering the twin agonies of being love struck and a malignant shyness, I was relieved when the train reached my stop at Bedford Avenue. I surrendered to the riptide of humanity exiting the car. As I navigated the platform toward the exits, I wondered: could the pretty girl have gotten off at this stop too? I turned around. She was right behind me. Once again, our eyes me. Once again, a deep embarrassment cancered inside me.

After clearing the turnstiles, I had a choice: exit on the left, or exit on the right? I chose left. Having made my choice, I wondered: did the pretty girl choose the same exit? I turned around to check. Once again, she was right behind me and once again, or eyes met. Now I felt like a creep.

Sticky Brooklyn sunshine awaited me at the top of the stairs. It was cleansing. It made me feel like a normal human again. I began walking south on Bedford Ave. As I walked, I wondered: did the pretty girl walk south on Bedford too, or did she go north. I turned to look. There she was again. She was even prettier with the sun in her hair. I wanted to die. I started walking faster.

When I got to my friend’s house, I plopped down on the couch and heaved a sigh. I was relieved the embarrassment was over and heartbroken that I might never see her again. She was so pretty. She seemed so cool. Her outfit was amazing. I wondered where she bought her clothes. I wondered what she did with her time. I wondered if she was single. I cursed myself for not saying hello.

To clear my mind, I opened my Mojo magazine on my lap and began to leaf through it. About six or seven pages in, I saw something that made my heart stop: a picture of the pretty girl! She was a musician! I read the article on her and fell in love all over again.

Needing to know more and this being 2006, I followed the normal course of action and looked her up on Myspace. I found her page right away. My chest tightened when I noticed the little orange icon indicating “online now” was pulsating. There she was! With a buffer zone of cyberspace between us! No more messing around. I went for it. I messaged her.

“My name is Rich. I just saw you on the L train…”

A few seconds later, she messaged me back.

“… I was waiting for you to say hello!”

I felt so dumb and totally victorious at the same time. The combination felt like a crab apple in my throat. I almost wanted to cry.

I won’t say who the girl was/is because I don’t want to embarrass her. But we made a plan to meet. The next time our eyes met neither of us looked away and when we pressed our hearts together, I finally stopped dying.

xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.
xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.

xtakingonwaterx:

I’ve decided to throw together some of the most beautiful women with shaved heads that I have found here on tumblr with exception to Natalie Dormer and the last picture which is my girlfriend. I can’t get over how smoking hot she is. I’m such a lucky guy.

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