Romance Is Dead

Make some time for love

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[alonesomes]

She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin. Think Atlas. Think shoulders. When your sadness starts to feast, she carries the light down from the mountain and hands it to you, tells you to set it on fire. Think Prometheus. Think savior. On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is nowhere else it would rather be. Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam. You love her like mythology. You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters. When she sings, think fairies. Think mermaids. Think hymns. She is the face of the river that Narcissus fell in love with, confusing hers for his own. She is Medusa’s fury, Athena’s strength, Achelois’ healing. You are kissing her in a crowded restaurant and it feels like praying. You are watching her instead of the meteor shower and you don’t even notice.

Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl  (via secrethistorys)

[jamierwatson]

I make no apologies for liking this.

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Paramore - Still Into You

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Disconnection (by KrimStine)

This was mailed in and you should watch it because its lovely.

"My boyfriend and I are both actors and filmmakers and we have been in a long distance relationship for over a year now. We decided to make a short based on the difficulties we have communicating with each other over webcam and in general. This is a very personal story to us and we decided to shoot it long distance to stay true to what we go through as a couple that’s fighting to stay together despite the circumstances."

More Links:

Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJ3I6KfFTR0

Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/60982043

Facebook:http://www.facebook.com/pages/Disconnection/579299468747167 

@kristeen_gee

www.kristinegerolaga.com 

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Valentines Day

Its almost upon us.

What are your plans and who are you sharing them with?

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Heartbeat - Childish Gambino

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[thenocturnals]

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings (via thenocturnals)

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sarahpoetica:

Before you tell her, you love her you must first nash it between your teeth a bit be sure it doesn’t taste like penny candy be sure it feels wilder than that fatal speedball. be sure that you would rather eat your own heart out of your chest than hand it to anyone else.

[annstreetstudio-blog]

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fromme-toyou:

The kettle can wait…

This couple sells jewels & is giving this to you

[semperaugustus-deactivated20160]

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation. I say these things disinterestedly. Accept them in kind. Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, drinking poison, and now quietly choosing annihilation. A tiny spider tries to wrap an enormous wasp. Think of the spiderweb woven across the cave where Muhammed slept. There are love stories, and there is obliteration into love. You have been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Is the ground worse for giving like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur. Let the cords of your robe be untied. Shiver in this new love beyond all above and below. The sun rises, but which way does the night go? I have no more words. Let the soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.

-Rumi, “Beyond Love Stories” (via semperaugustus)

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Why love?

I love his smiles. They are infectious. The way his eyes crinkle and light up. They differ, depending on what sparked them. There is one. A special one. Reserved for me. It comes out once in a blue moon. I can see the love in his eyes. I'd jump through hoops to see that smile.

I love his touch. The sweet contradiction of soft and rough. Even an accidental brush sends shivers down my spine. Our chemistry is undeniable. Palpable.

I love that he is real. A challenge. He doesn't take me as I am. He pushes me to be better.

I love that we are different. He exhilarates and infuriates me. We disagree on many things. We see the world from drastically different viewpoints. But I see him above all else. 

I feel him in every bone in my body. In sleep, I reach for him during nights we are apart. Its not the excitement, the butterflies, the lust that comes at the beginning. Its a deep fire. One that can simultaneously stir and calm my heart. 

He is the last piece of my puzzle. Without that piece, you could still see the picture, but it would never feel complete. 

- Submitted by dandelionwines

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twinwirehangovers:

This is all kinds of genius

I initially listened for Josie Long and Time Key but this was an all round treat. Lesson 10 is my favourite because it captures the joy and pathos of love and memories.

(Possibly UK only due to iplayer restrictions)

[thedailywhat]

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thedailywhat:

Short Film of the Day: In Wong Fu Productions’ “Strangers, again,” Josh (Philip Wang, who also wrote and directed) breaks the fourth wall to take viewers on an introspective tour of relationship stages as he reflects on the uncertain future of his romance with Marissa (Cathy Nguyen).

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News

I interrupt the sporadic posts to draw your attention to the new theme, its not the colour of love but I feel it looks good none the less. I've also added the Ask/Message feature if you're so inclined to do so.

Now, on to business. In an effort to expand the wheelhouse of this blog I'm going to try and solicit more reader interaction with submissions, stories etc and generally try to move to more of an interactive mode rather than passive, sparse posting.

Up first: Who do you love and why?

Think about that person or people you can't live without and why that is. Then send it on over here via email or the submit button. It doesn't have to be long, just make it from the heart. I'll post the best ones as they come in.

Lets see what we can do.

[silklace-blog]

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight (via silklace)

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Moth Podcast: Mike Destefano struggles with how to give support his wife, who is dying in hospice. One of my favourite stories from the moth.