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Romance Is Dead

Make some time for love
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jamierwatson:

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

Facebook:http://www.facebook.com/pages/Disconnection/579299468747167 

@kristeen_gee

www.kristinegerolaga.com 

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)

sarahpoetica:

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.

fromme-toyou:

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

fromme-toyou:

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)

Why love?

I love his smiles. They are infectious. The way his eyes crinkle and light up. They differ, depending on what sparked them. There is one. A special one. Reserved for me. It comes out once in a blue moon. I can see the love in his eyes. I’d jump through hoops to see that smile.

I love his touch. The sweet contradiction of soft and rough. Even an accidental brush sends shivers down my spine. Our chemistry is undeniable. Palpable.

I love that he is real. A challenge. He doesn’t take me as I am. He pushes me to be better.

I love that we are different. He exhilarates and infuriates me. We disagree on many things. We see the world from drastically different viewpoints. But I see him above all else. 

I feel him in every bone in my body. In sleep, I reach for him during nights we are apart. Its not the excitement, the butterflies, the lust that comes at the beginning. Its a deep fire. One that can simultaneously stir and calm my heart. 

He is the last piece of my puzzle. Without that piece, you could still see the picture, but it would never feel complete. 

Submitted by dandelionwines