Tuesday, December 21, 2010

  • Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
  • Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
  • Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?
  • Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
  • Romeo: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
  • Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
  • Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
  • Romeo: [They kiss] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
  • Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
  • Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
  • Juliet: [they kiss again] You kiss by the book.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, delirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like the fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…"
Jack Kerouac

Sunday, December 19, 2010

“To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living."
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1

Friday, December 17, 2010

you.

Just did the fingersnap to this cold that wants in. Me and my gypsy remedy tea will fight you. I feel too good to feel bad.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

sigh.

Le sigh.

I am overwhelmed.
I have to remember to breathe.

A good friend told me that I was passionate.
I realized with my dream the other night that
I hold on to feelings and I actually feel them.
(with my finger tips.)
That sounds silly to say, I know.
Simply, to feel,
to feel everything?
Your worst fears, your beautiful hopes.
I am a cluster of all of those.
All combined, I guess they make me,
Me.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

to you.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Laozi

Lesson of the day:

“If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present."
Lao Tzu

Sweet Erik,

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because... I know no other way."
Pablo Nerud

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sometimes, you have to be apart from people you love, but it doesn’t mean you love them any less. Sometimes, it means you can love them more.
The Last Song

Monday, December 6, 2010

Tonight I think,

I need my thoughts to stretch.
My mind is perplexed.

Overcome with rationality,
I am here.

I want to lay my heart on the side,
bedroom side table,
maybe I will arise.

Pillows kiss my face,
maybe my mind will erase.

Let me continue.

hmm.

Part of me loves and respects men so desperately, and part of me thinks they are so embarrassingly incompetent at life and in love. You have to teach them the very basics of emotional literacy.
Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions

Sunday, December 5, 2010

ode to John.

I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.

John Steinbeck

Saturday, December 4, 2010

‎"I will not wait to Love the Best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to Love well sometime in the Future. That is a terrible way to think. It is no way to Live, to wait for Love."
-Dave Eggers

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close