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” Ne iubim ca doua bete de chibrituri.  Nu vorbim, ci ne aprindem.  Nu ne sarutam, ci provocam incendii.

Cat sunt de inalt, de un metru saisezi si sase, corpul mi-e zgaltait de un cutremur de pamant. Inima evadeaza din invelisul-inchisoare, se scurge prin artere, imi ajunge in teasta si se preschimba in creier.

Sunt tot o inima, de la fiecare muschi pana in varful degetelor.”

Mathias Malzieu, Mecanica Inimii

 

“Barbatii sunt reptile si femeile sunt fructe.  O femeie tanara dezbracata e tare ca un fruct proaspat, o apesi si simti ca are inca o legatura cu ceva indepartat, ca un fruct cu pomul din care a fost cules.”

Ryu Murakami – Copii de aruncat

Date me

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

by Rosemary Urquico

Oh lord!

This post is literally telling people to date someone like me.

’cause you know “we need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.” 

a glimpse of wisdom

Too often the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t have.

Desire leaves us heartbroken … it wears us out.

Desire can wreck your life.

But as tough as wanting something can be… the people who suffer the most are those who don’t know what they want.

(Grey’s Anatomy)

but you do

In your life, you meet people.

Some you never think about.

Some you wonder what happened to them.

There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you.

And then there are the few you wish you never had to think about again.

But you do.

At the end of the day you either focus on what’s tearing you apart or what’s holding you together.

Thoughts

conorbennett:

“I can imagine being about 40 and looking for him again and turning up that he’s settled and he’s got a beautiful wife and some beautiful kids and he’s completely happy and I’m still on my own.”

random

Love is like a kitten; feisty and stupid and oh my gosh awesome and you want like six more when that one gets old.

One only

“When we were separated at 15, I said I would never love anyone else, ever. I would never become attached, I’d never stay put anywhere, I’d have nothing for myself; I decided I would pretend to be alive. And this is what I’ve been waiting for, all this time, renouncing all possible lives, for one only, with you. “

Mr. Nobody

A Masterpiece

Can’t wait to fall asleep again.

“Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one”

Albert Einstein

Dragoste si Obsesie

“Care este diferenţa dintre dragoste şi obsesie? Nu te-au făcut amândouă să stai treaz noaptea, să bântui pe străzi, o victimă a propriei tale imaginaţii, a propriei inimi?

Nu te-ai scufundat în amândouă cu capul înainte, în nisipuri mişcătoare? Nu e fiecare bărbat îndrăgostit un prost şi fiecare femeie o sclavă?

Dragostea e ca ploaia: se transformă în gheaţă sau dispare. Acum o vezi, acum nu o mai găseşti, indiferent cât de mult cauţi. Dragostea se evaporă. Obsesia este mai reală, doare, ca un ac în fund, o piatră în pantof. Nu dispare într-o clipă. Un telefon de dimineaţă plin de regrete. O scrisoare care spune “Dragă, la revedere din partea mea”.

Obsesia are un gust familiar. Ceva ce ştii de o viaţă. Se instalează şi stă la pândă, rămâne cu tine. O emoţie care ar trebui legată şi aruncată la gunoi, înlocuită cu gânduri mai serioase, mai puţin dureroase, mai pure…”

Alice Hoffman – Regina de gheaţă

In spirit de sarbatori

Pluteste in aer parfum de sarbatori si lumea viseaza

La iernile grele cu munti de zapada si oameni ratacind in furtuna

La ierni de poveste cu reni, craiese si spiridusi

La bradul  cel mare si caldura de acasa

Cadouri, surprize si ghidusii.