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"The other night when you were dancing, the way you were moving, the turn of your head. I thought I could watch you forever."
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"The other night when you were dancing, the way you were moving, the turn of your head. I thought I could watch you forever."
Sun, sea and outdated cultural references
Nicolas Cage, Frank Carson, Daniel Kahneman, Ford Prefect, Kendrick, Nietzsche and the #NHS. #INFP #patientsafety
I thought you might be interested in the outcome of the blog I wrote the other week about medical students and their curriculum. It related to my surprise that a student (actually, two students) who are in the middle of their medical degrees at a local university had not heard or encountered Martin Bromiley, cognitive biases, or heuristics. If you want to know more about these, please read the…
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Short Review Set: August 6th, 2020
Short Review Set: August 6th, 2020
TREEHOUSE! CAPTAIN CORELLI’S MANDOLIN! JUST VISITING! EXIT WOUNDS! ANASTASIA! PROP CULTURE! MONKEYBONE! HOST! THREE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL MOVIES!
In the midst of 100 Days of Horror, I’m getting in a bunch of other movies too! Some short reviews below! Head to the 100 Days page to see my and other’s daily short horror reviews!
TreeHouse; 2019; Horror; Written by James Roday Rodriguez & Todd…
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THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness. It is not excitement. It is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body...No. Don't blush. I tell you some truths. That is just being in love. Which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is leftover when being in love has burned away. It doesn't sound very exciting does it? But it is.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin (movie)
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin "Love is the beauty of the soul."
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.