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Romance Is Dead

Make some time for love
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"She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice."
- Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl  (via secrethistorys)

(via thiswillhurt)


I make no apologies for liking this.

Paramore - Still Into You

Disconnection (by KrimStine)

This was mailed in and you should watch it because its lovely.

My boyfriend and I are both actors and filmmakers and we have been in a long distance relationship for over a year now. We decided to make a short based on the difficulties we have communicating with each other over webcam and in general. This is a very personal story to us and we decided to shoot it long distance to stay true to what we go through as a couple that’s fighting to stay together despite the circumstances.

More Links:

Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJ3I6KfFTR0

Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/60982043




Valentines Day

Its almost upon us.

What are your plans and who are you sharing them with?

Heartbeat - Childish Gambino


I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

- E.E. Cummings (via thenocturnals)


Before you tell her, you love her
you must first nash it between your teeth a bit
be sure it doesn’t taste like penny candy
be sure it feels wilder than that fatal speedball.
be sure that you would rather eat your own heart
out of your chest than hand it to anyone else.

(Source: sarahmount)


The kettle can wait…
This couple sells jewels & is giving this to you


The kettle can wait…

This couple sells jewels & is giving this to you

(Source: annstreetstudio)


Love comes with a knife,
not some shy question,
and not with fears for its reputation.

I say these things disinterestedly.
Accept them in kind.

Love is a madman,
working his wild schemes,
tearing off his clothes,
drinking poison, and now quietly
choosing annihilation.

A tiny spider tries to wrap
an enormous wasp. Think of the spiderweb
woven across the cave where Muhammed slept.

There are love stories,
and there is obliteration into love.

You have been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.

You must dive deeper under,
a thousand times deeper.

Love flows down. The ground
submits to the sky and suffers what comes.

Is the ground worse for giving like that?
Do not put blankets over the drum.
Open completely.

Let your spirit ear listen
to the green dome’s passionate murmur.

Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love
beyond all above and below.

The sun rises,
but which way does the night go?

I have no more words.
Let the soul speak
with the silent articulation of a face.

- -Rumi, “Beyond Love Stories”
(via semperaugustus)