“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident"

CUTTING LOOSE


William Stafford



Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason,

you sing. For no reason, you accept

the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing a world where you go

where you want to.



Arbitrary, sound comes, a reminder

that a steady center is holding

all else. If you listen, that sound will tell where it is, and you can slide your way past trouble.



Certain twisted monsters

always bar the path—but that’s when you get going best, glad to be lost, learning how real it is

here on the earth, again and again.

find stillness in the storm when my heart's in my throat and my stomach at my feet

99 of life's best little moments #79

beach time at nighttime
drink a bottle of wine
and watch the moon shine

99 of life's best little moments #80

Knowing i'm head over heels in love with my best friend

81

"So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?

You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."

99 of life's best little moments #82

making really spontaneous vacation plans when I should be studying for finals!!

http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US#/watch?xl=xl_blazer&v=CeUG4Km4lFw

plural of asparagus?

99 of life's best little moments #83

red wine, brie, and almonds

99 of life's best little moments #84

that moment late at night, when your head's on the pillow and your mind's far away, right before dozing off and you're so comfortable and cozy under the covers that you almost wish you could stay awake just to hang on to them a little bit longer

99 of life's best little moments #85

Basking in the sun on the first summery day of spring

99 of life's best little moments #86

Those moments when you just smile and think... i love life

99 of life's best little moments #87

Staying cozy inside while it's raining outside. The best kind of rain is the kind that makes you want to cuddle up and stay in bed just a little bit longer, watch TV programs you forgot existed, mix a mug of rich hot chocolate and look out your window with a feeling of contentment

99 of life's best little moments #88

finding my old diary

99 of life's best little moments #89

Those mornings after a tough work out the day before when you don't want to exert another ounce of effort but you wish you had nothing else to do so that you could go back for another session at the gym.

99 of life's best little moments #90

That can't-put-my-finger-on-it-feeling that it's Sunday, when it's really only Wednesday... and I really love Sundays.

Happy hump day

99 of life's best little moments #91

Spring is hereeeeeee
Romanian traditions: today it's Mărţişor, celebrating the beginning of spring

On this day the ladies receive a charm consisting of a jewel or small decoration tied to a delicate red and white wool rope. Snowdrops are also gifted as they are the first flowers to pop up from underneath the snow and announce the new season.

The charm is worn around the wrist or pinned at the chest until the spring truly shows its first signs -- when the cuckoo is first heard singing, the cherry blossoms bloom or the first group of returning storks is seen in the sky. The charm is then hung onto a tree branch to bring luck and success in the upcoming year.

The symbolic red and white colors twisted around each
other stand for the contrast between winter and summer, or, in another interpretation red, symbolizing life, fire and the sun is attributed to the female, while white is a symbol of water and the sky andl of masculinity.





...and Wiki.

99 of life's best little moments #92

When a really old couple holds hands walking down the street.

I see it all the time in NYC!

99 of life's best little moments #93

Finding a snack combination that really hits all the right spots:

Starbuck's Fruit, Nut & Cheese combo

99 of life's best little moments #94

Finding out that I'm not the only one:
Sidewalk rage

haha

99 of life's best little moments #95

Listening to the waves of the ocean (thank you iPod) in the middle of a cold February, on a rainy day.

99 of life's best little moments #96

Tea. Chamomile tea.

99 of life's best little moments #97

Getting home earlier than usual, kicking off the high heels and putting on PJs. As much as I love being in heels nothing really beats bare feet

99 of life's best little moments #98

Surprise visits from family and friends. And even better than that, surprise visits that bring along home cooked goodies. I feel like I have two families, and so loved :D !!

99 of life's best little moments #99

...getting a text from your friends at the end of the night just to let you know that they're home safe

he wrote about patients with vision disorders.. now he is one of them. one of my favorite writers and neurologists, Mind Reading: An Interview with Oliver Sacks

tomorrow I'll be me again. but right now my brain feels like pins and needles and my skin is numb and this leftover headache wants 21 hours of uninterrupted sleep

remember when

"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up".