It almost seems as if the last few posts have been inspired ever since I’ve gotten into a relationship, but no. I’ve just been having some things on my mind and the recent undulating of my emotions has me extra expressive.
Love conquers nothing.
It is stronger than nothing. It solves nothing. It excuses nothing. It literally is only there to make you superficially happy and has no other purpose.
Ooh…the glumness of that statement.
You ever just need a couple of days? Just a couple to yourself. When something comes and knocks you off your delicate balance in your head. That something that pulls you outside of your body and you’re left looking at your shell, your insides spilling all over the floor with no hope of containment. You know what messes you up the most like that? Love.
Yeah, I don’t know what to do anymore.
Love is not something I hand out easily. It takes a whole lot to trust enough to be able to let my guard down and expose my soft interior. My love is a degree even further beyond that. So far away that “on the horizon” doesn’t apply here. Unreachable by any conceivable means, but when you hit it…it’s more the impact to myself that I have to brace myself for. Continue Reading
“One night stands” mean different things to different people. A meeting in a bar or club turned into a sexual encounter. A dinner date that concluded in unreturned phone calls and unheard voicemails. A rendezvous with the aid of an app for a one-off hookup session; names not even necessary. Whatever it is to you, they exist. Chances are, you’ve had or will have one. One sided or mutual. The undisputable observation is that they govern most, if not all, relationships everywhere. Continue Reading
There will always be those questions that throw me off guard. I think that’s just the dynamic of siblings. The younger ones seem to always want to keep the older ones on their toes. Especially when the older one is 7 years older and is basically an adult now who thinks he is ready for anything that they can dish out. But once in a while, there is always that question. And maybe that question can be caught in the older sibling’s defense in time and brushed off.
But the followup statement will get you.
One way or another, they get you.
“What would you do if I found out I was gay?”
I had a much different post intended for later today, but as I was scrolling through my Instagram subscription feed as I so love to do (follow me at ckashaan and link to my profile on top), I came across the cutest picture of this couple and I was inspired to jot down a thought or two. In this picture one person is just laying in bed, bundled in the covers, looking at the camera and the other is serving up a kiss on the cheek with pure side-eye cuteness. Ahh, to be young in love. It’s the most precious depiction of a morning from a couple totally “head over heals” for each other.
And it is exactly what I want. Continue Reading