June 2012
“If ever you feel that I push you away I didn’t mean to. When I tell you I don’t want to talk about it, I do, just not this minute. I’m just looking for the right words. Give me time and if I can tell you; I will. I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I’m working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say and I have too many thoughts and too many things to tell you all at once and I don’t know what to say first. I feel envious of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis and I miss you really easily but I also like that we can both be okay even while we are apart. I love the way we love some of the same things. And I love how we also love entirely different things. My head is filled with a complicated pile of thoughts and fears and cravings and wishes and dreams, and this is tangled up with nostalgia for the past, and somehow, the future. I am flawed and I am only human, I am broken and bruised and I am trying. Trying to be the best me, for me and for you because I love you. And I am so glad you’re here.”
—I love the way you love me and yes…I’m glad we are
“He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.”
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Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven
…and that’s exactly what she wanted…
“Love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and to not twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”
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~Thomas Merton
so true
“Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.”
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Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via vanished)
“…intimate like two pages of a closed book…” OMG..I LOVE!!!
“Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.”
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Henry Miller
…perhaps?…
“The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.”
—~Audre Lorde~
“for if we were to ever touch, if my fingertips would ever linger on your naked skin, I would make love to your soul”
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“We will conduct a secret life. We will meet in secret places and do secret things.”
—♫ hmmmmmm… winks