Rudy Francisco Love Quotes

I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless.

I'm still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

perhaps we should love ourselves so fiercely, that when others see us they know exactly how it should be done.

I write best when I am either, falling in love, or falling apart.

My definition of love is being robbed in an alley eight times in a row and hoping that there’s something about today that makes all of this different.

I'm learning that everything doesn't always come back the way you send it. Sometimes, love is more brick and less boomerang.

You want to know how I got these scars? I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.

I hate you, but I still I miss you, and a part of me still loves you.

I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand. In words that I haven’t found enough courage to forklift out of my chest.

Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at.

you wouldn't let me love both of us at the same time

My biggest fear is forgetting why I fell in love with writing. My biggest dream is never allowing that to happen.

If I could I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not care about you.

I promise I will love you as if it’s the only thing I’ve ever done correctly.

I heard that karma is vengeful and is also a light sleeper. So I’ve chosen to love you like this. Quietly.

I was told The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7 She picks the colors and the cake first By the age of 10 She knows time, And location By 17 She’s already chosen a gown 2 bridesmaids And a maid of honor By 23 She’s waiting for a man Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment” Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed Someone Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen To be honest I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing I have no clue what want my wedding will look like But I imagine The women who pins my last to hers Will butterfly down the aisle Like a 5 foot promise I imagine Her smile Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps And know exactly where our wedding is being held The woman that I plan to marry Will have champagne in her walk And I will get drunk on her footsteps When the pastor asks If I take this woman to be my wife I will say yes before he finishes the sentence I’ll apologize later for being impolite But I will also explain him That our first kiss happened 6 years ago And I’ve been practicing my “Yes” For past 2, 165 days When people ask me about my wedding I never really know what to say But when they ask me about my future wife I always tell them Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long I say She thinks too much Misses her father Loves to laugh And she’s terrible at lying Because her face never figured out how to do it correctl I tell them If my alarm clock sounded like her voice My snooze button would collect dust I tell them If she came in a bottle I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys If she was a book I would memorize her table of contents I would read her cover-to-cover Hoping to find typos Just so we can both have a few things to work on Because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need a little editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone? Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense She don’t always make sense But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most I don’t know when I will be married I don’t know where I will be married But I do know this Whenever I’m asked about my future wife I always say …She’s a lot like you

I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

I have an odd fascination with sandcastles and ice sculptures: things that will only last a few moments. That’s also why I fall in love with women who will never love me back.

Why Did You Leave? Because you wouldn’t let me love both of us at the same time.

Love is clumsy, and my heart refuses to wear a helmet.

I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.

Often, the space between two people can be measured by the amount of times they look at each other ..and feel nothing.

To anyone who is brave enough to love me, Do you know that the human body is approximately sixty percent water? When I walk into a room full of people all I see is an ocean.

To the man standing on the corner holding the sign that said “God hates gays.” I’ve never seen, exactly who it is that you paperclip your knees, meld your hands together and pray to But I think I know what he looks like: I bet your God is about 5’10”. I bet he weighs 185. Probably stands the way a high school diploma does when it’s next to a GED. I bet your god has a mullet. I bet he wears flannel shirts with no sleeves, a fanny pack and says words like “getrdun.” I bet your god—I bet your god—I bet your god watches FOX news, Dog the Bounty Hunter, voted for John McCain, and loves Bill O’Reilly. I bet your god lives in Arizona. I bet his high school served racism in the cafeteria and offered “hate speech” as a second language. I bet he has a swastika inside of his throat, and racial slurs tattooed to his tongue just to make intolerance more comfortable in his mouth. I bet he has a burning cross as a middle finger and Jim Crow underneath his nails. Your god is a confederate flags wet dream conceived on a day when the sky decided to slice her own wrists, I bet your god has a drinking problem. I bet he sees the bottom of the shot glass more often than his own children. I bet he pours whiskey on his dreams until they taste like good ideas, Probably cusses like an electric guitar with Tourette’s plugged into an ocean. I bet he yells like a schizophrenic nail gun, damaging all things that care about him enough to get close. I bet there are angels in Heaven with black eyes and broken halos who claimed they fell down the stairs. I bet your god would’ve made Eve without a mouth and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine that she will never ever ever be pretty enough to be in. Sooner or later you will realize that you are praying to your own shadow, that you are standing in front of mirrors and are worshipping your own reflection. Your God stole my god’s identity and I bet he’s buying pieces of heaven on eBay. So next time you bend your knees, next time you bow your head I want you to tell your god— that my god is looking for him.

Dear whoever you are, on the day we finally meet, I imagine there will be static electricity in your voice, Your name will be the sheet music to a song I've been trying to play by ear, and we will fall into each other like two stars that are tired of the sky.

I only write when I am falling in love or falling apart

To anyone who is brave enough to love me,do you know that human body is sixty percent water approximately.So when I walk into a room filled with water all I see is an ocean