Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Love Questions.
I asked Ruth from A Lot Like Love a couple of questions a week or so ago, all about love.
I thought I'd share, and see if anybody else would like to give a few questions ago.
So comment here and leave your email address, and I'll send you over a few questions and once you've answered I'll put your thoughts and ideas on my blog if you'd like.
So here goes:
Do you believe in love?
Yes, I do believe in love 100% but I think real love isn't what it is like in the movies and stuff. Obviously.
Do you believe that love can last forever?
Having parents that despise each other after being so in love makes you question whether love lasts forever. Some loves do, some loves don't. That's just how I see it.
What do you think love is?
Love is when ou find a true friend you can rely on, trust 100%, makes you laugh and becomes a part of who you are.. someone who makes you happy, and someone you get that 'zing' with.
Three words to describe love?
Unpreditable, transforming, amazing.
I thought I'd share, and see if anybody else would like to give a few questions ago.
So comment here and leave your email address, and I'll send you over a few questions and once you've answered I'll put your thoughts and ideas on my blog if you'd like.
So here goes:
Do you believe in love?
Yes, I do believe in love 100% but I think real love isn't what it is like in the movies and stuff. Obviously.
Do you believe that love can last forever?
Having parents that despise each other after being so in love makes you question whether love lasts forever. Some loves do, some loves don't. That's just how I see it.
What do you think love is?
Love is when ou find a true friend you can rely on, trust 100%, makes you laugh and becomes a part of who you are.. someone who makes you happy, and someone you get that 'zing' with.
Three words to describe love?
Unpreditable, transforming, amazing.
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Difference.
Slow dancing on the boulevard
In the quiet moments while the citys still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain
In the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost
And for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you wanna be
Yeah, what you wanna be
Night swimming in her diamond dress
Making small circles move across the surface
Stand watching from the steady shore
Feeling wide open and waiting for
Something warm and tender
Now she's moving further from you
There was nothing that could make it easy on you
Every step you take reminds you that she's walking on
Every word you never said
Echoes down your empty hallway
And everything that was your world
Just came down
Day breaking on the boulevard
Feel the sun warming up your second hand heart
Light swimming right across your face
And you think maybe someday, yeah
Maybe someday
Yeah, for all you know
For all you know
Yeah, for all that you know
This is what you wanna be
Girl, what you wanna be
The Difference - Matchbox Twenty
In the quiet moments while the citys still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain
In the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost
And for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you wanna be
Yeah, what you wanna be
Night swimming in her diamond dress
Making small circles move across the surface
Stand watching from the steady shore
Feeling wide open and waiting for
Something warm and tender
Now she's moving further from you
There was nothing that could make it easy on you
Every step you take reminds you that she's walking on
Every word you never said
Echoes down your empty hallway
And everything that was your world
Just came down
Day breaking on the boulevard
Feel the sun warming up your second hand heart
Light swimming right across your face
And you think maybe someday, yeah
Maybe someday
Yeah, for all you know
For all you know
Yeah, for all that you know
This is what you wanna be
Girl, what you wanna be
The Difference - Matchbox Twenty
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Fight And Love.
Olivia.Dee at Life... Full Speed Ahead left a fantastic comment on this post, and I thought I'd share:
"We fight and love so much sometimes i get confused of who we are. Maybe if we just stop and chat and it will find out who we are..." -Q-Tip
"We fight and love so much sometimes i get confused of who we are. Maybe if we just stop and chat and it will find out who we are..." -Q-Tip
I Hate You Saturday.
I hate fighting,
And all we do is fight.
And then make up.
And then fight.
And then make up.
And all we do is fight.
And then make up.
And then fight.
And then make up.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Aren't We All.
"I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love"
My Love.
Four years ago,
I met you,
Four years ago,
I fell for you,
Head over heels.
Now, I know, for certain,
That I want every single bit of you,
Forever.
It might be idealistic, I might be crazy for believing in forever,
But somewhere deep inside knows that this is the real, let's-grow-old-together kind of love.
I love you with everything I have, And I will always, always love you.
I want to spend the rest of my life creating memories with you,
And writing you love letters.
I want to go to gigs with you when we're 50,
And develop the most prominent laugh lines.
I want to be your only one, your partner in crime, your ying, your jig, your lover, your 'misses', your good morning kisses, your goodnight cuddles, your everything.
I love you baby, now, forever, always.
Happy anniversary, to us.
I met you,
Four years ago,
I fell for you,
Head over heels.
Now, I know, for certain,
That I want every single bit of you,
Forever.
It might be idealistic, I might be crazy for believing in forever,
But somewhere deep inside knows that this is the real, let's-grow-old-together kind of love.
I love you with everything I have, And I will always, always love you.
I want to spend the rest of my life creating memories with you,
And writing you love letters.
I want to go to gigs with you when we're 50,
And develop the most prominent laugh lines.
I want to be your only one, your partner in crime, your ying, your jig, your lover, your 'misses', your good morning kisses, your goodnight cuddles, your everything.
I love you baby, now, forever, always.
Happy anniversary, to us.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
On My Mind.
I wish we took cute photos,
I wish we giggled all the time,
I wish we cooked more,
I wish we spent more nights in,
I wish you introduced me to people,
I wish you didn't leave me alone when your friends are around,
I wish there was no emails,
I wish that you painted for me, like i wanted you to,
I wish that you wrote for me, like i write you,
I wish that you would remember things more often,
I wish that you didn't make me feel so mad, so angry and so upset,
But I'm glad because you make me happy, you make me smile, and you make my life complete.
And that outweighs everything else.
I wish we giggled all the time,
I wish we cooked more,
I wish we spent more nights in,
I wish you introduced me to people,
I wish you didn't leave me alone when your friends are around,
I wish there was no emails,
I wish that you painted for me, like i wanted you to,
I wish that you wrote for me, like i write you,
I wish that you would remember things more often,
I wish that you didn't make me feel so mad, so angry and so upset,
But I'm glad because you make me happy, you make me smile, and you make my life complete.
And that outweighs everything else.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Throw Your Arms Around Me.
"I will come for you at nighttime
I will raise you from your sleep
I will kiss you in four places
As I go running along your street
I will squeeze the life out of you
You will make me laugh and make me cry
And we will never forget it
You will make me call your name
And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky
And we may never meet again
So she'd your skin and let's get started
And you will throw your arms around me
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me"
Friday, March 12, 2010
This Much.
"Hey guess what?"
"What?"
"I love you"
"I love you too""How much?"
"Lots"
"How much is lots?"
"This much"
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Justify My Love.
I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
My First Guest Post!
Simple poem,
submitted by an anonymous reader
The moon has not even begun to go.
And the sun had yet to startits brilliant shining flow.
I lay here thinkingabout you all the time.
You're the only thing that sticks inside my mind.
Through thick and thin
You're there by my side.
You promise to be there.
You keep me alive.
I love you so much.... You can never understand.
I'll be with you forever.
Just promise to hold my hand.
submitted by an anonymous reader
The moon has not even begun to go.
And the sun had yet to startits brilliant shining flow.
I lay here thinkingabout you all the time.
You're the only thing that sticks inside my mind.
Through thick and thin
You're there by my side.
You promise to be there.
You keep me alive.
I love you so much.... You can never understand.
I'll be with you forever.
Just promise to hold my hand.
A Sad Story.
A letter to my dead girlfriend - m4w
Date: 2009-10-25, 1:36PM CDT
It has been a rough year darling.
The ethereal power of Craig's List will get this message to you I am sure, like in some sort of cheesy 80s movie. Well back to the last year, you of course died at the beginning of it which put things to a sour start. I spent last night with your mum and dad, we went to that Italian place in Wicker Park, who on the surface seem to be coping. I had everyone get together for my 25th which went well, your ladies are on top form and I think some engagements are brewing. Ellen is turning up the heat on Steve who will soon be forced down to one knee as you predicted. Last weekend I finally took the step of cleaning out your clothes from the closet, which is very barren now. I invited your friends over to take your what they liked, it was an awkward session. I think they took them more as a favor to me than anything else. Liz cried when we pulled out all of your shoes, Miranda joined in and then Catherine broke down. It was strange to stand in our bedroom surrounded by three crying girls. I made a joke about them crying for joy at the prospect of some free Manolo Balhniks which they didn�t seem to find very funny. A few girls have put the moves on and as you know picking up women is not a forte of mine. It seems the grieving boyfriend seems to be a good angle. Who knew! I went on one date and spent it talking about you, the poor girl. You would have found it quite witty I think. No other dates to report, I am going against your orders to move on for now. I found one of those hair tie things that somehow managed to squeeze into every crevice in the apartment. It was under the bed. I sat on the floor holding it and cried. Until then I had held everything together but it just all came flooding out.
Every morning when I wake up I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you. All I ever find is the cold side of the bed. My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris, on the bedside table, and I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief I loved you and you loved me.
Love, P.
Date: 2009-10-25, 1:36PM CDT
It has been a rough year darling.
The ethereal power of Craig's List will get this message to you I am sure, like in some sort of cheesy 80s movie. Well back to the last year, you of course died at the beginning of it which put things to a sour start. I spent last night with your mum and dad, we went to that Italian place in Wicker Park, who on the surface seem to be coping. I had everyone get together for my 25th which went well, your ladies are on top form and I think some engagements are brewing. Ellen is turning up the heat on Steve who will soon be forced down to one knee as you predicted. Last weekend I finally took the step of cleaning out your clothes from the closet, which is very barren now. I invited your friends over to take your what they liked, it was an awkward session. I think they took them more as a favor to me than anything else. Liz cried when we pulled out all of your shoes, Miranda joined in and then Catherine broke down. It was strange to stand in our bedroom surrounded by three crying girls. I made a joke about them crying for joy at the prospect of some free Manolo Balhniks which they didn�t seem to find very funny. A few girls have put the moves on and as you know picking up women is not a forte of mine. It seems the grieving boyfriend seems to be a good angle. Who knew! I went on one date and spent it talking about you, the poor girl. You would have found it quite witty I think. No other dates to report, I am going against your orders to move on for now. I found one of those hair tie things that somehow managed to squeeze into every crevice in the apartment. It was under the bed. I sat on the floor holding it and cried. Until then I had held everything together but it just all came flooding out.
Every morning when I wake up I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you. All I ever find is the cold side of the bed. My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris, on the bedside table, and I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief I loved you and you loved me.
Love, P.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Dance.
Silent dancing,
No music,
No watching eyes,
Just a swift grab of my waist,
A look in your eye,
And away we twirl,
Throughout the night.
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