Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Friday, January 18, 2013

Attrape-moi

Attrape-moi. (Catch me)
Attrape-moi si tu peux. (Catch me if you can)
Attrape-moi si tu veux. (Catch me if you wish)
Je suis ici et je suis là. (I am here and I am there)
Je cours, je vole, je vis. (I run, I fly, I live)





-Text from Kenzo add.-
-Images from weheartit-

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Simple things

I want simple things in life. To host country brunches.To lend an ear and hand to the young women who are similar to me.
The love of a good man.
To do something I love.
To spend Sundays elbow deep in flour, kneading dough.
I want to live in the city.
I want to be a charming conversationalist.
To hand down my favorite jewelry to my daughter.
To make all the gifts I give.
To travel.To love fully.I want simple things.



Text via: That kind of woman
Images via: Pinterest

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Private Parts by Sarah Kay

The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room.
Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it.

Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee - I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer - the parts I had long since given up trying to hide.
He never asked for more.

He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms - we held each piece we were given like it was a nectarine that could bruise if we weren’t careful.

We collected them like we were trying to build an orchid.

And the spaces that he never saw, the ones my parents half labeled “private parts” when I was still small enough to fit all of myself and my worries inside a bathtub - I made up for that by handing over all the private parts of me.

There was no secret I didn’t tell him, there was no moment I didn’t share - and we didn’t grow up, we grew in, like ivy wrapping, moulding each other into perfect yings and yangs.

We kissed with mouths open, breathing his exhale into my inhale - we could have survived underwater or outer space.

Breathing only of the breathe we traded, we spelled love, g-i-v-e, I never wanted to hide my body from him - if I could have I would have given it all away with the rest of me - I did not know it was possible.

To save some things for myself.

Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world in another woman’s arms - the years have spread us like dandelion seeds - sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.

He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock, it is 5am - he tosses in sheets and tries to settle, I wait for him to sleep.

Before tucking myself into elbows and knees reach for things I have long since given up.



Click here to watch Sarah Kay perform it.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Pretty little things for Sunday













The Sunday sun awakes me
In perfect calmness it lets me be
Windows open, birds are free
This is life, here lies the key
Peace of mind and happiness
I am me, I am blessed
Why worry about the little things
When I have all beauty that life brings
Rays of sun, singing birds
Flowers in bloom and poetic words
Love for life is all I need
Love your life and you'll be free


-Poem: Shar Pherai-
-Images: weheartit-

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Poem of Farewell

“I don’t know if I loved you too much or too little,
But I do know I never will again love like this.”
And
“I’m left with your smile asleep in my remembrance,
And my heart that keeps telling me I never will forget,
But as I’m left alone and knowing that I’ve lost you,
I’m beginning to love you more than I ever did.”
And finally
“I say goodbye and perhaps with this farewell,
My most beautiful dream is dying within me.
But I’m saying goodbye to last for all my lifetime,
Even though all my lifetime I’ll keep thinking of you.”




This poem by Cuban poet José Angel Buesa was posted on my friend Marianna her twitter. I loved it so much I just had to do a post about it. I love when the people I know can inspire me! Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!
Images: weheartit

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

The 'Seven Wonders of the World'

1. To See


2. To Hear


3. To Touch


4. To Taste


5. To Feel


6. To Laugh


7. And To Love.



-Author unknown, from What do you perceive as the seven wonders of the world?-
-Images: weheartit-

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Love....what else?

"The love we give away is the only love we keep." Elbert Green Hubbard

"Joy is the experience of knowing that you are unconditionally loved and that nothing - sickness, failure, emotional distress, oppression, war, even death - can take that love away." Henri Nouwen

"I love you for the part of me that you bring out." Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Life without love is desolate." M. K. Soni

"Love never dies. Neither do your deepest dreams." Julie Donner Andersen




Images: weheartit

Monday, September 06, 2010

That's love: Story of Lo & E.

Her: I went to the doctors, they wanted to give me some medication to calm me down, because I have a lot of chest pains on the left side. But I don’t want that, so I’ll wait and see.
Him: So it’s your heart then…
Her: I don’t know, it’s burning right now
Him: I’d give you mine, but you’d probably put it in a blender
Her: No I'd put it in a box
Him: And then?
Her: I'd finally have your heart and keep it with me till I die
Him: That's kind of sad
Her: No, that's Love
Him: You could've surgically inserted it next to your heart, so we would beat as one.
Her: Just laying next to each other listening to each others heartbeat, can make them beat as one too
Him: That's sweet
Her: Yes, maybe someday….


Story of Lo & E.
They wanted to, but they never gave each other a chance.
And so another Love story dies.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

A kiss, and all was said


How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ~Victor Hugo