One day I will die.
On that day, my soul will fly.
On that hour, my friends may sigh,
and on that minute my family will cry.
Through that second, my life will flash before my eyes; my body will open up to the sky.
I will realize that my life I have been living, has been nothing but a lie.
So don't be shy one day, you, will die.
Date a girl who teaches children. Date a girl who enjoys more in a bookstore for school supplies and children’s books rather than in make-up store. She has problems with storage space because she has too many trinkets and storybooks to keep. Date a girl who has a list of stories that she wants to have and read, who has a collection of Aklat Adarna, Leo Lionni and Eric Carle’s books.
Find a girl who teaches. You’ll know that she does because she always carries supersized bags. She’s the one who has everything in her tote. From art-project glitter materials to wet wipes. She has to carry her laptop almost everyday and all those papers and booklets that only she can understand. She might forget to bring her lipstick, but she won’t forget to carry her water bottle and pencil case with colourful pens in it.
It is easy enough to date a girl who teaches. She won’t want expensive gifts; you can buy storybook for her birthday, flowers for Teacher’s day, craft punchers for Christmas. You can buy her anything but please spare her with coffee mugs; she has lots from her students.
A girl who teaches won’t require much of your time. She will hardly see you on weeknights because she prefers to finish her lesson plans and worksheets and catch up sleep. Unless she had a really bad and long day, she will randomly ask you to have dinner or coffee with her. But if you insist, she will try her best and make it to the last full show of Inception even on a freakin’ Wednesday night just to be with you. (Please cooperate and pretend with her that she enjoyed the movie by not asking details of the show anymore.)
Date a girl who teaches. She’s heaps of fun, up for anything, and generally the life of the party after her long workweek. You won’t remember that she works with small children until she starts sharing insignificant stories about children that you will never meet.
Don’t be scared if you accidentally fart in front of a girl who teaches. She has high tolerance on the yuckiest things on earth, be it snot, poop, pee or vomit. She won’t bother.
Experience dating a girl who teaches young children and you’ll be surprised of the life lessons you’ll learn from her. She will definitely touch your life.
Date a girl who teaches because you deserve it. She’s sweet, she’s witty, she’s creative (in ALL areas), and she’s thoughtful (you will never fail to receive a personalized greeting card in glitter for every occasion).
And if you’re looking for an excellent mother for your offspring, she’s the one. A girl who teaches knows exactly how to raise children and keep them from becoming bratty. She knows the perfect name to give to your child, and what name to avoid because its lenghty or trendy.
If you find a girl who teaches, keep her close. Her love is unconditional and she’s the most patient creature on earth. She’s a well-rounded lover and a guaranteed best friend for life.
Find a girl who teaches young children. Date her. Marry her. Make her happy.
Because no one ever is more passionate, than a girl who teaches.
Grow up with me
Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together
fall off swings and burn special things
and both play outside in bad weather
Let’s eat badly
let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy
let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past
making them uncomfortable
not caring, not swearing, don’t fuck
Let’s both reclaim our superpowers
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth
the ability not to fear social awkwardness
to panic when locked in the cellar
still sure there’s something down there
and while picking from pillows each feather
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed
forcing us closer together
Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces
sticking our tongues out at passers by
Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over
classical music is boring
poetry baffles us both
there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant
plays are long, tiresome, sullen and filled
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills
and grazing our knees on cement
Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence
learn about parents and forgiveness
death and morality
kindness and art
thus losing both of our innocent hearts
but at least we won’t do it apart
Grow up with me