Tonight I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I’m a mix-tape, a cassette that’s been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.
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Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
I’m not looking to fall in love. I’m not even necessarily looking for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone who likes the same music as me, someone, I can easily talk to, someone I can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who’s not perfect, but understands me, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?
(I’m not sure where I found this quote but it really seems to fit right now.)
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
When someone invites you over for dinner, you don’t bring leftovers. That would be rude. So how come people bring their past relationship baggage into their relationships? That’s no different than bringing LEFTOVERS!
I ran across this article today in the Daily Candy. It’s about a 40 year old bachelor who is looking for his soul mate. He made a website and is offering the person who finds his soul mate for him $10,000 (they must get married for you to claim the prize). It’s a truly funny website and it just goes to show that he has a sense of humor. I guess I never thought of looking for love by offering a reward but I do have to say it is innovative. Check out Chas’s website and help him in his search for love!
What do you think of what Chas is doing? Would you ever do something like this for love? What is the craziest thing you have ever done for love?
I would spend time thinking about you and I didn’t even know your name yet.
If you are single do you do that? or if you are married did you do that before you were ever introduced to your significant other?
As a joke on my recent trip to New Orleans I went to a tarot card reader. He proceeded to tell me that I have an ex boyfriend that I still talk to that has fairly light features and I have someone else in my life that has dark features who will be competing for me. Supposedly the dark features wins. Yeah we shall see. Anyway, this quote reminds me of that because I wonder all the time about that future person.
“Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache…
….So you’re gone and i’m haunted
And i bet you are just fine
Did i make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life?…”
A Fine Frenzy