Life of a cynical romantic

Musings and thoughts of existing as a quintessential sheltered teenager who yearns to know more about life, love and everything in between, whilst knowing that you can never really know anything for sure (and that’s the fun of it all, isn’t it?)

Trying to not succumb to the system, trying to be different, whilst trying to satisfy my very normal, girly needs.

“I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don’t expect to be happy. I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature – as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is live-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies. My little orbit of life circles love. I dare not get any closer. I’m not a mystic seeking final communion. I don’t go out without SPF 15. I protect myself. ”

– Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

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