Kids run around the house whilst a mother puts her on facemask before exercising. The runner is now in an urban setting, running past houses. Listening is looking into another person's eyes and allowing the words to not just process in your ears but resonate in your heart. I am you. If this is the case, then you are a girl like me.
Love is more of a complicated game for those of us independent creatures of the night. The pressing comforts of love lure thag into a cozy little underworld where two formerly ambitious people simply stop trying. The zoom class ends and the woman planks on the yoga mat, she holds, then hits the mat. I never want anything to put a screeching halt on my personal progression.
Girls are supposed to go weak in the knees at the simple thought of a sparkling diamond ring that will forever bind them to another entity for the rest of their lives. While I crave the feelings of being comfortable with another human being, of letting my guard down and attaining intimacy -- I don't want that comfortability to metamorphose into complacency. Words are still, and love moves.
The runner takes off her shoes at a rocky beach and wanders into the shallow waters. Because love by itself isn't enough to sustain an adventurous, restless spirit. In fact, wanderlust should only escalate when you're fueled with real lust. To me, love isn't about kooking it's about adventure. It's seemingly impossible to define using something as simple as words for tools, for love is active. Listening takes effort.
Stop trying with their bodies. A woman pushes her bed out of the way to make room for an exercise class being conducted over Zoom, she chats to the others on the call.
I want to be with someone who is different. We want to rise in love.
I hear you, I see you. I don't want routine; I want passion I don't want every day to be exactly the same. Someone whose strengths complement my strengths because we look at life from acutely different angles. I'm not looking for someone to clean me up; I want someone who thinks I'm a beautiful mess Life isn't clean; it isn't as perfect and organized as our perfectly organized apartments.
I don't want to have the same conversations over the same meal every single night for the rest of my life. I don't want someone who lets me win; I want someone worth fighting for I don't want someone who lets me win every argument in order to make his or her life easier. Life is beautifully messy. Just because you fall in love doesn't mean the thrill and the endless wonder of the massive world has to stop. I want to be with someone who inspires me to explore all of the untapped parts of myself I didn't know existed.
A woman walks through a well grown park with her baby in a chest baby carrier. We are longing for real stability and true companionship -- but on our own terms. I don't want someone to stand still with me; I want someone to move forward with me Iwll greatest fear is that I will stop growing. There are many of us wildcats roaming around the city, but we are rarely represented. We are the adventurous souls that are craving the steel arms of love as much as the next girl even the most cold-blooded vixens among us black sheep covet oookingbut our vision of love is so very different from what society tells us love should look like.
Love is a peculiar thing, isn't it? How could I do that with a person who functions exactly like me? As girls, we are told to view love as an impossibly pretty image of a white picket fence in an affluent suburb.
A young woman lays in bed with a hot water bottle on her stomach. We are the untamable ladies who have a visceral reaction to the idea of playing house until the end of time. She lifts the child and then squats with him on her back.
Listening is connecting. There are supposed to be visions of business suits and perfectly coiffed children in our he. What if you look better in the color black than you do in the color white? With vast hearts open wide, we dutifully search for that one person who attains the fierce ability to knock the broken wind out of us and breathe new life into our tired, painfully strained limbs.
I want to be aa someone who makes my heart skip a beat and whose touch attains the ability to light up my entire body. Lyrics: Me again, allow me to pick up where I left off A woman runs across a large pale green field, breathing heavily, she comes to a stop. Lyrics: They just wanna talk that stuff until I hit them with the realness The swimmer is lowered into the swimming pool via a hoist.
I want to be with a person who wants to perpetually move through life, not just remain forever still, stuck in the shackles of a mundane, safe routine. Girls are supposed to boast a multitude of Pinterest boards made up of puffy white gowns. I crave a connection that cuts deeper than thaf kind, simple words.
I've always been the sort of girl who not only has big dreams but has the ability to bring all I desire into fruition. What if you instead prefer dangerously deep water blue sapphires? I want someone who embraces my imperfections and thrives in the whirlwind of life, rather than just fights against it. It's about finding that person who has the guts and ambition to travel the world side by imm with me.