I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dirvish...be deliriously happy or at least leave yourself open to be. I know it's a cornball thing, but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels, find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head and listen to your heart. The truth is, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
If you haven't loved you haven't lived. Stay open. Who knows? Lightening could strike!
--Meet Joe Black
Monday, August 31, 2009
A Cornball Thing
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
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Friday, August 28, 2009
Love
Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutter's from your lover's mouth, a half complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your finger-nails, your Grandmother's musical box, the ballet shoes you've had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out your windown in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, dishevelled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, developement
No.
Love is you, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Come on Get Higher
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water, If could tell you what’s next
Make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet,
perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water, if i could tell you what’s next,
make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just to pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I can taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God
when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just to pull me down hard
And drown me in love
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It's all right
So, come on, get higher
Come on, get higher
'Cause everything works love
Everything works in your arms
--Matt Nathanson
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Never in a Million Years
If you could actually stand in someone else's shoes to hear what they hear, see what they see, and feel what they feel, you would honestly wonder what planet they live on, and be totally blown away by how different their "reality" is from yours.
You'd also never, in a million years, be quick to judge again.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tick Tock
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet... --T.S. Elliot
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Friday, August 7, 2009
I daresay Off with those un-believing heads!
"I can't believe that" said Alice.
"One can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice. (...) Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
What's your secret?
--Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)
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