Romeo save me they are trying to tell me how to feel

"And you were Romeo and you were throwing pebbles, and my daddy said 'stay away from Juliette!'"

Every girl has dreamt of being a princess at some stage of her life; we all wanted a charming and handsome prince to come and sweep us off of our feet, to save us and make us feel special. We were waiting and dreaming, and hoping and imagining. We wanted the best, the man of our dreams.

"You were everything to me and I was begging you please don't go!"

But when we're finally old enough to have a prince of our own he doesn't come. We look and we search but all we can find are insensitive pricks who seem like they have never even seen Cinderella or Beauty and The Beast. And if they claim to have seen them then they've chosen the wrong characters to portray; I don't want an evil stepfather or a Gaston in my life. But they just don't seem to understand that. They insist on acting inmature, on thinking that being cool is hooking up with as many girls as possible, on being careless and scared of relationships.

"Marry me Juliette we never have to be alone! I love you and that's all I really know!"

To fix this I propose that we make them watch classic Disney. Make them sit through all the movies which shaped our childhood, which gave us dreams, ideals, and made us long for a certain type of man: the prince; the good willed, good spirited, all-around perfect guy. So men, if you are reading, blame Walt Disney for our high expectations, because I can assure you that, deep down we all want our handsome prince.

"This love is difficult but it's real"

Long Live

I am currently in love with "Long Live" by Taylor Swift. Sooooo amazing...

...You held your head like a hero
On a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an age...

...We are the kings and the queens
You traded your baseball cap for a crown
When they gave us our trophies
And we held them up for our town
And the cynics were outraged
Screaming, "this is absurd"
'Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans
Got to rule the world...

Love Actively

You spend hours waiting for him to call. He doesn't. You wait for him to text you first. But he doesn't. You want him to hold your hand but it doesn't even cross his mind. You wish and wish to see him and you're dissapointed when he doesn't come.
You love him but nothing happens, and in the end you move along and get over him. And you look back on the weeks, the months, the years you spent loving him with nostalgy wondering why nothing ever happened.

Yet, it doesn't cross you're mind that maybe you should have made it happen.

YOU should have have called him, and you would have spoken for hours. YOU should have texted him, even if your text was only a small smile :). YOU should have made the backs of your hands touch, fleetingly, lightly, so that he would notice how close they were, how easy it would be to grab your hand. YOU should have talked with him and agreed to meet.

YOU should have done more. Because relationships need partners. Partners which should have enough initiative to do what they want.

And maybe, after you had started he would have continued, followed your example. He would have called, texted and held your hand. You would have seen him everyday and maybe in the future you would have been married, looking back at the time you spent together that led to your relationship; cherishing those moments which meant so much to both of you.

So be active. Take initiative. Take control. Do what you want, don't be afraid to wear the 'pants' in the relationship and love as if your life depended on it. Don't waste time waiting: ACT.

No es normal.

Ella le mira y sonrie,
El la mira y se rie,
Y piensa: "esta niña no es normal"

Ella le mira y se toca el pelo,
"joe, esta niña ha caido del cielo,
Tanta belleza, inteligencia no es normal"

Si te contara lo que ella piensa
Lo que se ralla, piensa, reinventa,
Fliparías, reirías, no es normal.

Status Quo

Sometimes you feel like an outsider, you know all the names, you know all the faces but, for some strange reason, you don't know them. You don't know the people. And you don't know how to be yourself amongst them. Why is this? Maybe shyness? Maybe they've been considered the "cool" kids for so long that you dont know how to act around them, you're afraid that they will judge you and that they won't accept you.

And sadly, even though you try to convince yourself otherwise, they sometimes think the same of you. They think you're not cool enough to say hi to, you're not popular enough to be their friend.

This divides us. It separates us into different groups. It makes us classist, elitest, selective. We create closed circles and people get along, socialise with people in their circle.

Why does this have to happen? It baffles me. It confuses me. It angers me. But it also traps me.
Because, try as i may, i am a teenage girl and i stick to the status quo.

What is this Maaaarvelous thing?

im·ag·i·na·tion/imajəˈnāSHən/

1. Noun: The faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of  external objects not present to the senses: "a vivid imagination".
2. Noun: The ability of the mind to be creative or resourcefu

pro·cla·ma·tion   /ˌpräkləˈmāSHən/

1. Noun: A public or official announcement, esp. one dealing with a matter of great importance.
2. Noun: The public or official announcement of such a matter.

Imagination Proclamation:

1. Group of Nouns: The place where I can express myself freely, so you can read and enjoy my writing and so that I can look back and remember what I was feeling and thinking in a certain moment of my life.
2. Hopefully interesting, witty and enjoyable. Probably full of randomness and sweetness as well as wild child stories and nice girl tales.

Welcome to my mind life.