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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

Meet Simba, an American Eskimo dog who is more Indian than me.  He loves to eat Chapati’s (Indian bread/Roti), play soccer, and bark at nearly everything including his own shadow.  Hobbies include leaving his tongue hanging out for extended periods of time, sleeping on pillows, and chasing snails.   

Our planet’s horizon. 
The night lights of the cities of Ireland, in the foreground, and the United Kingdom, in the back and to the right, are contrasted by the bright sunrise in the background. The greens and purples of the Aurora Borealis are seen along the rest of the horizon.
This image was taken on March 28, 2012.

Our planet’s horizon. 

The night lights of the cities of Ireland, in the foreground, and the United Kingdom, in the back and to the right, are contrasted by the bright sunrise in the background. The greens and purples of the Aurora Borealis are seen along the rest of the horizon.

This image was taken on March 28, 2012.

"My face itches from so much makeup. And my head itches from all the hairspray. I live off icepacks and tictacs and mountian dew. And lots of pain killers. What has my life come to? Dancing when I know I shouldn’t be. Is this really what I want to do with my life? And then I look out. And see the faces of people I don’t know. and I realize. Yeah…. This is what I want. So I tape my ankle. Button dresses. Pin head pieces. Tie shoes. And I sit go. I sit on the stage. I think thats my favorite part. Getting to the theater before anyone else is there. And the curtain is up. The house lights are on but the stage is dark. I sit on the edge. With my legs hanging over into the orchestra pit. And I look out. I try to fill each seat in my head. With a face. A person. Each one having a story. But we don’t know anything about them. Just that they paid x amount of dollars to sit here for 2 hours. But they know us. They watch us pour our hearts out. Everything we do. You feel it. You feel what we feel. Do they come here for that sense of emotion? Do they come to feel human? Or do they come to know they’re not the only ones that hurt."
Katie is a brilliant & beautiful ballerina. Give her a follow, she will make you laugh, smile and want to hug your screen.  Now who would not want that?  She also wrote the moving narrative above about her past week….she could use some ask’s and hugs.

"My face itches from so much makeup. And my head itches from all the hairspray. I live off icepacks and tictacs and mountian dew. And lots of pain killers. What has my life come to? Dancing when I know I shouldn’t be. Is this really what I want to do with my life? And then I look out. And see the faces of people I don’t know. and I realize. Yeah…. This is what I want. So I tape my ankle. Button dresses. Pin head pieces. Tie shoes. And I sit go. I sit on the stage. I think thats my favorite part. Getting to the theater before anyone else is there. And the curtain is up. The house lights are on but the stage is dark. I sit on the edge. With my legs hanging over into the orchestra pit. And I look out. I try to fill each seat in my head. With a face. A person. Each one having a story. But we don’t know anything about them. Just that they paid x amount of dollars to sit here for 2 hours. But they know us. They watch us pour our hearts out. Everything we do. You feel it. You feel what we feel. Do they come here for that sense of emotion? Do they come to feel human? Or do they come to know they’re not the only ones that hurt."

Katie is a brilliant & beautiful ballerina. Give her a follow, she will make you laugh, smile and want to hug your screen.  Now who would not want that?  She also wrote the moving narrative above about her past week….she could use some ask’s and hugs.

pretty much the best subaru post I have seen on tumblr in 4 years.

pretty much the best subaru post I have seen on tumblr in 4 years.