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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I remember the days sitting in the quad, under the sun and the cherry blossoms. My alma mater, Bucknell was 168 long miles from the love of life at the time in New York City. Days like this made it seem as though time had no respect for love or emotions. Petals fell off her tiny nose, and tears made it stick to her cheeks. I can still remember the smell of fresh cut grass and her perfume mixed in the air.
Spring skipped most of us this year, but my memories of spring from years ago
still haunt me with each floral scent.
Walk away.
I think, that to keep [love] alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. Passion builds over time like steam.
Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again.
Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury.
Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much.
Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives.
Henry Rollins
To love yourself as you are is a miracle, and to seek yourself is to have found yourself, for now. And now is all we have, and love is who we are.
Anne Lamott
that knot in your stomach when you can’t call the one person you need to hear her voice
No, love is not dead in this heart and in these eyes and in this mouth
hereby announcing the opening of its own requiem.
Listen, I’ve had it with picturesqueness, colorfulness, and charm.
Love’s what I love, its tenderness and its cruelty.
Still, the one whom I love has but one name and form.
You know you miss someone when you search for their scent on the pillow at night.
Me
Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn’t rain.
Mae West
A man can only love what he desires not what he has
Freud (paraphrase)
A successful relationship requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
Mignon McLaughlin (via tierneylee)
Beautiful.
I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it.
City of Angels
Gentlemen, treat your ladies right. The way you treat you mother or grandmother is how you will treat you future Mrs. Take pride in her intelligence, wisdom, and beauty. Laugh at all her bad jokes, apologize profusely and meaningfully. Even watch the long movies you hate with her. I will be watching the Indian news with my Nani soon, and brining her more flowers. Hope everyone had a great valentines, I know I made sure my Nani did.
I dreamed of visiting the bean for a long time. I did not foresee a 14 degree midnight on Valentines Day, or ice, but we braved through it. Much like life we were rewarded with the best spoils, amazing photos, unforgettable times with friends and ball room dancing with some wine. I also learned it is not the bean, but officially called Cloud’s Gate, made by a fellow brownie Anish Kapoor. Chicago you have been to kind, I will see you very soon. Happy Valentine’s day beautiful followers and tumblr’s.
This is the original Lover’s Leap. Much like Romeo & Juliet, a Native American boy and a daughter of a miner lept to their death. We honor them as skiers by taking a “deadly” drop in, but when is the last time you took a real leap of faith?
Love hard, love strong and love with no regrets.
I better make the drop tomorrow.
