And I believe I should restrain from doing so. People would only get my view of it, and they’ll end up thinking my relationship is just another one going down the drain. No one can ever understand another’s relationship. You don’t know how we feel, or exactly how things are played out. I don’t think people should judge other relationships cause they aren’t apart of it. For me, I know I have a good thing. I don’t have to prove it to anyone else
Funny thing is that I’ve actually been talking about this quite a lot these past few days. What is my ideal guy? Well… he’d be Filipino or Black, because God knows I love dark skin, and tall (that’s the pre-req for all guys), minimum of 5’11. He’d know how to dress, and nunna dat hypebeast shit because that’s too childish looking for me. He’d be clean-cut and fresh looking. Confident but never cocky, and he would need to appreciate me and regard me as a prize. He’d have to be smart, both academically and in the streets; I can’t deal with a guy that doesn’t have the brains to back his shit up. He can’t be shy, because I’m pretty shy at first and if that were the case, nothing would get done. He’d have to take charge and be the boyfriend; no pussy ass bitches here, sorry. He’d have to know how to take care of himself; I don’t want to see any 10 mile long eyebrows or butter yellow teeth. He’d be the classic gentleman type- pays, opens the door, flowers every now and then because I love a surprise. He’d appreciate the sentimental things I love doing, like the little post-it notes I like to leave or the day long projects I like to do. He’d still think I was beautiful even in guy clothes and with no makeup on. He’d take me out on cheap and spontaneous dates, like picnics and sight-seeing. He’d take me when he went to hang out with his friends, and he wouldn’t be ashamed in acting like a boyfriend in front of them. I hate when guys try to act hard; let’s see how hard you act when you’re not getting any domez!!!! We’d hold hands in the car and kiss at each red light. It wouldn’t matter what we were doing, just that we were together. We’d be able to look at each other in the eyes and know we’re perfect for one another.
As continued to type this, I realized I was describing my boyfriend. Sure, he isn’t Filipino or super tall, but that’s what so amazing about relationships. Ideal guys/girls just aren’t realistic; you can’t find one person that you love everything about. That’s just impossible. We still search, we look for someone that fits the criteria as much as possible. My boyfriend isn’t my ideal guy, but that’s okay. A relationship is about compromises and growth, and if he were everything that I could possible want, where’s the fun in that? I love him, even with his imperfections, and that’s all that matters.
I woke up at 2:20, ONLY because Eric called me. Goddamn, I am such a sleepybear :3
“Dream Captcha”
hahahahahh
i love this!
Oh my god, I want this so bad.
(via diamondfight)
LOL THAT’S MY COWORKER! KRIS<3
(via spittingwhys)
I was straight-up banking on it, woops. Got a lot on my mind tonight, I guess.
All I’m going to say is:
I, Connie Chen, love my boyfriend, Eric Kao. Don’t need any rhyme or reason (as if all the other tumblr posts aren’t enough!), just statin’ the facts. I might elab on it tomorrow, if I feel like it.
Until then, pz tumblr.
brighteyesandbadgoodbyes:
I always get asked, “what is your ideal girl?” and i always say “someone who is down to earth, and someone who likes my music”. That is a pretty lame answer, don’t you think? Well now i am telling you what my ideal girl is like. I saw some other guys post and i figured if he can take the time to type all that, then surely i can too.
My ideal girl reads books. Actual, substantial
books, not just lame magazines and shit, but actual books. She listens to the lyrics, and not just the music. She wears what she wants, she doesn’t allow herself to be tied down to any label or stereotype, but she doesn’t flaunt her “originality” like other girls. She will let me come over when her parents aren’t at home just to take naps. She likes naps, cause i love to sleep. My ideal girl will let me pay for when we go out and not argue about it, it’s just something small i like to do. she doesn’t mind staying in for a date. Sitting on the couch and watching an old disney movie. She won’t kill me when it’s pouring down rain and i park the car and pull her out of it just to have that movie-type kiss, you know, the one where it’s pouring down rain and the guy grabs the girl and they kiss, yeah, that kind. She takes my clothes when she comes over. She tries to steal my cologne too, and finally i give in and buy her some so she can have a little bit of me with her no matter what. She doesn’t laugh when i make her cards and write her songs for christmas instead of getting her something super expensive, cause i can’t help it if i’m not rich. She falls asleep first, and i can just watch her while she sleeps. She lets me mess up her hair. She doesn’t freak out when i walk out of the bathroom with her clothes on, cause it’s a funny thing to see, you know? She doesn’t just listen to me sing to her, she sings for me too, cause i really like that. She wears gym shorts and one of my shirts and no makeup when i come to see her. She likes to cuddle. She likes to kiss, cause damn i like to kiss. She doesn’t have to ask what i want as a gift, cause she knows that a kiss and a good book are perfect. She sits in starbucks with me for an hour after our coffee is gone. She is beautiful, not conventionally, but in her own way. She knows she’s not perfect, but doesn’t argue with me when i tell her she is. She likes my ridiculously tight pants and my beanie. She doesn’t want sex. She wants love, that same love that i want. She knows that her hands fit in mine for a reason. She has short hair, long hair, medium hair. she’s black, white, asian, mexican, any color. She has nice boobies, but only cause i like boobies. She is the girl who looks at me, right when i’m looking at her and blushes. She is the girl who knows i’m waiting for her, just like i know she’s waiting for me. She has a tumblr, if not, she’ll get one. She likes to tell me about new bands she’s found. She likes to read books with me. She likes to run around in toys r us playing with the toys that we are way to big for. She doesn’t say “i’m so fat” because she knows she’s just right for me. She kisses me first sometimes. She wakes me up with kisses, and doesn’t mind when i do the same to her. She’s smarter than me, cause i need someone to keep me from doing stupid things. She doesn’t like my friends all the time, but she can stand them for the most part. She likes chocolate ice cream the best. She leaves me notes hidden in my room that say “SHMILY”, just like i do for her. She doesn’t say “i love you too”, she says “I love you”.
She probably doesn’t exist, but this is my ideal girl.
like i said, she probably doesn’t exist, but i hope to god she does…
