thediaryofayoungman:

A girl is beautiful whenever she knows confidence and practices it at situations where it is needed. She is not afraid and timid. What she has to say, for her, must be heard. Audiences and groups of people never intimidate her.

A girl is beautiful whenever she reads books. She doesn’t bother about the people staring at her whenever her tears are starting to fall due to Nicholas Sparks’ novels. Instead, she pours herself into it and internalizes that true love does exist just like in novels.

A girl is beautiful if she knows that personality is what matters the most. She doesn’t splurge on Dolce or Gucci just to impress people and have a date for the night. She uses her personality in order to attract people.

A girl is beautiful whenever she smiles.

A girl is beautiful whenever she appreciates simplicity over other things. She doesn’t dwell on making things complicated. She enjoys the basics.

A girl is beautiful whenever she writes letters for her special someone. She knows that a physical letter means a lot to a person who is reading it. Especially if it is a love letter.

A girl is beautiful whenever she doesn’t complain how difficult things are. She accepts the challenge and learns from it. Courage is the name of the game.

A girl is beautiful whenever she knows how to prioritize herself. She cares about herself but not too much that it overshadows others.

A girl is beautiful if she is intelligent. She can tell the difference between mass and weight as well as the difference between carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide.

A girl is beautiful whenever she cares for others. She doesn’t think twice if there is someone who needs her. She just helps.

Most importantly, a girl is beautiful if she accepts herself. She is proud of who she is and how she looks no matter what other people say to her.

thediaryofayoungman:

Date your guy best friend. Date that guy who knows a lot about you and won’t fail you in any situation especially during the times where you need him the most. Date that guy best friend who you trust and to whom you can share your secrets to. The guy who tells you only the truth and won’t gamble your good relationship through lying.

Date that guy who knows you best. That person who knows that you want a big family and that you want to get married by the time you reach 30. The guy who values how you feel and values your outlook in life. Date your guy best friend who respects you as a woman and as a person. He knows where to put himself in arguments and in most occasions.

Find your guy best friend whom you shared your important moments with. That moment when you delivered your first speech to a huge crowd or to that intimate moment when you knew you had a crush on him. Date that guy who can memorize all of these events and won’t forget your special day.

He’s that guy who is comfortable having you as his company or as his partner. He’ll be there calling you whenever he needed someone to go with him do the groceries or to fetch his little nephew at school. There will be no awkward moments, just happy and special ones.

Be with that person to whom you discussed everything with. He values your opinion that is why he wanted to hear your view regarding the latest political topic or how he looks with his new haircut. He’s your guy best friend, the one whom you can talk everything with, even if it takes forever, he’ll be there to listen.

You’ll accept him even if he has a lot of imperfections, for he is your guy best friend. He’s that guy who loves to wear that dirty old stained blue jeans, the one who burps after he eats or the person who loves to read books. To you, he’s perfect. To him, you’re perfect too.

Date your guy best friend who you know best. There is no pressure on how to be liked or no worries about not looking to good and especially, no little lies. He’s that person whom you can have the most honest relationship with.

thediaryofayoungman:

Date a guy who writes. Date that someone who doesn’t concern too much being the best looking man in the world. The guy who doesn’t toil for minutes or hours in front of the mirror. He spends an ample time in his room, or on a solitary bench in a public park, or on train and bus stations with his pen and notebook formulating the perfect words, putting life in his lines through wordplay, writing the loveliest poems. He doesn’t mind being alone on weekend nights in the back-alleys or risking his life climbing the roof just to have an unobstructed view of the sky, to muse with the stars and summon a conversation with the moon. He doesn’t mind battling the cold that bites his skin as long as he tunes the right melody for the song he’s writing for your anniversary,or a guaranteed chapter entry on his book, that he is anticipating to give you on your birthday. Yes, he doesn’t loathe the fact that he is stuck in that place, in that moment in time, squeezing his brain, while his friends are out there, in the open drinking to the high of weekend parties, dancing in smoke-filled bars and drowning to barrels and barrels of liquors.

Find a guy who writes, a walking cliché of kill-you-with-words, and when you do, make no mistakes letting him go. His wit, his spontaneity, rapture and heart for aesthetics will suffice for all those romanticism you have in mind. Date that someone who doesn’t kill himself in gyms, just to have the perfect body, the manly facade and never go for the too neat, too clean— you will discover over time that it is dragging and lame having a partner, a man who spends on shower threefold longer than you do. Date a guy who doesn’t dream having the Brad Pitt’s face, but the one who reads, learns and writes like of John Keats romance’s. The one who seeks for Stephen King’s thrill and the war stories of Ernest Hemingway. Date a guy who doesn’t give you a litany of promises lost in the haze of cheap talk, date that someone who acts, who makes you feel you are special even before you find yourself versed in one of his poems, resembling one of his story characters. Date that someone who stays with you, dream with you and writes random nothing on your palm or on your arms, because he fears that the words won’t come out right when he starts speaking them.

Date a guy who writes, the one who can skim the oceans in your eyes and write a line about it, that someone who can swim in it just to string those lines to make a stanza and can drown there if that’s all it takes to combine those stanzas into a beautiful work of poetry. Date a guy who can translate the amber glow in your face into haiku and sonnets. That someone who never tires scribbling his pen in dire search for muslin haze for streaks of clarity.

When that guy asks for your hand, give a sureshot “yes”. He sees life in a general scheme and weighs all the options from there, the same way he chooses the right words, the best point of view and perspectives just to incorporate beauty in his writing. Jumping into conclusion is not his game, he probably learned that it is not practical from a thousand fictional dilemma he wrote. And you will not live in monotony and routines, he can put colors in your days the same way he resorts figurative languages, the same way he puts flowers and butterflies in his words. And your leisure times will not be spent on themed parks, signature shops and wherever-transatlantic-cruise that is, spending the money you saved for a year in just one day. He will teach you to appreciate God’s creation and find happiness in the most mundane of things— on the sun rising behind the trees, the music of birds chirping and the dance of leaves in graceful sways, the breeze that kisses your cheek, your face, touching your heart with a magical feel, all the way to your bones, sunsets and silhouettes, the placid sea and the story behind a seagull or a fishing canoe that blemishes the scene. This list can go on forever, and the guy who writes is birthed with utmost appreciation to this, with sheer gratitude and he has an innate understanding that this whole divinity is meant to be shared with someone.

He might get lost in conversations, and becomes remote in an instant, but you are willing to make it up, because you know, at the back of your head that you are already transcending the touches of reality, lost in the not-so-distant world of make believe, living in the beauty and power of imagination, the world behind the written words.