Touch me deep...

[Roxanne Appleby]

this is why you're smarter than me. My answer was "no" because I stuck a pin through the butterfly and gassed it with Formaldehyde.

I'm not smarter, you're just more direct. Sometimes I'm too clever by half a flap.

 

[kbate]

I really like you.

I like you too. I'd also like to be allowed to go back to Nature World Butterfly park - but...

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I like you too. I'd also like to be allowed to go back to Nature World Butterfly park - but...

maybe its your hat?

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Quotes from The Bridges of Madison County (1995)

Francesca: And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

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Robert Kincaid: This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime.

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Francesca: Robert, please. You don't understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you're expected move again only you don't remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you.
Robert Kincaid: But now that you have it...
Francesca: I want to keep it forever. I want to love you the way I do now the rest of my life. Don't you understand... we'll lose it if we leave. I can't make an entire life disappear to start a new one. All I can do is try to hold onto to both. Help me. Help me not lose loving you.

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Robert: The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out, but glad I had them.

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Robert Kincaid: I dont want to need you, 'cause I can't have you.

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Robert: When I think of why I make pictures, the reason that I can come up with just seems that I've been making my way here. It seems right now that all I've ever done in my life is making my way here to you.

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[Guest]

Love between two parents to be

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

Love between two parents to be

ditto!!!

 

[impressive]

To Have Without Holding: Marge Piercy

Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.

It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.

It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

I can't do it, you say it's killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry,
You float and sail, a helium balloon
bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not to hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.

Definitely!

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold -- all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals. Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

And you who seek to know Me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I'm in Diva's sigline!! (that touched me deeply!)

 

[Nirvanadragones]

" People will go to war and bleed, even die for their country and its cause, but how many would do it for the one they are with? "

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Sometimes courage does not roar. Sometimes courage is the whisper at the end of the day that says "I will try again tomorrow".

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Sometimes courage does not roar. Sometimes courage is the whisper at the end of the day that says "I will try again tomorrow".

I love it!

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

I love it!

Its on the desk of the counselor at the school where I work.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Its on the desk of the counselor at the school where I work.

It reminded me of just how harsh we are with ourselves at times - nothing we do is ever good enough in our own eyes. To lend a phrase from "Revelation" by Abs...

"no one can ever judge you as much as you judge yourself" or something similar.

 

[Guest]

woke up with a phone call from one of my fav 5 year old singing

this li'l light of mine
i'm gonna let it shine

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

"Ride Forever" by Paul Gross

I was born up north of Great Slave, 1898
And I rode near all my life on a ranch near Devil's Gate
And I seen this world around me bend and flip and change
Hey it feels like rain -- it's a thundercloud

I could be a coward but I've seen two world wars
And I lost my son Virgil -- my Korean reward
And my Lucy died last summer and you ask me if I cry
Hell, I'll show you tears -- they're all over this ground
They're falling from these Blue Alberta Skies

Chorus:
But I'm going to ride forever
You can't keep horsemen in a cage
Should the angels call, well it's only then
I might pull in the reins

Now, they tell me I'm an old man, they tell me I am blind
They took my drivers license, this house ain't far behind
I say: jump back all you big suits you got something wrong
Cause I ain't gone, no I ain't gone

I am still breathing, I still have my pride
And I have my memories -- your life it never dies
Like the wind that blows in thunder, like the stallion on the fly
I got it all and I'm standing tall
Underneath these Blue Alberta Skies

(chorus repeat)

Now I say to all you old men: don't let yourself be broke
If you think the worlds gone crazy and it's scratching at your throat
It's time to dust off that old saddle, get it on a horse
Kick up your spurs, we're gonna run like stink
We're gonna tear across these Blue Alberta Skies

We're gonna ride forever
You can't keep horsemen in a cage
Should the angels call,
Well it's only then we might pull in the reins






I so want to be this kind of man when I am that age.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

You are here with me
through the constraints of fates countless challenges
through the distance of seas and continents
through the tortures of self doubt
through the tests of the heart

You are here with me
in the calm recluses of my mind
daydreams wandering in
in each singular beat of my heart
in every breath inhaled that sustains me
with each utterance of your name

- Anon

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Touching Each Other's Surfaces
Carol Jane Bangs

Skin meeting skin, we want to think
we know each other scientifically;
we want to believe
it is objective knowledge
gives this conviction of intimacy,
makes us say it feels so right.
That mole below your shoulder blade,
the soft hair over my thighs—
we examine our bodies with the precision
known only to lovers or surgeons,
all those whose profession is explication,
who have to believe their own words.
And yet, having memorized each turning,
each place where bone strains or bends,
each hollow, each hair, each failure of form,
we still encounter that stubborn wall,
that barrier which hides an infinite vastness
the most sincere gesture can't find.

Nor does emotion take us further
than the shared heat of our bodies
aware of themselves,
the flattery of multiple desires.
We rest in each other's arms unexplained
by these currents of feeling rushing past
like ripples over a pool of water
whose substance never changes,
reflecting each wave, each ribboned crossing,
without being really moved.
We search each other's eyes so long
beyond our own reflections,
finding only the black centers,
the immeasurable interior we'll
never reach with candle,
never plumb with love.

Perhaps it is just this ignorance,
this absence of certainty, lack of clear view,
more than anything, brings us together,
draws us into and through each other
to the unknown inside us all,
that gray space from which
what we know of ourselves
emerges briefly, casts a transient
shadow across the earth
and learns to believe in itself just enough
to believe in some one else.

 

[Guest]

having coffee

morning thunder storms

being loved

happy kids

 

[scheherazade_79]

A text message I got from my mum yesterday:

There are some people in life who just aren't very nice. You only have hours left. Stand up for yourself - you're more qualified than any of them, and you make me proud.

 

[AngeloMichael]

An episode of Futurama.

Those who never watch the show may think I'm nuts for talking about a cartoon, those who watch the show and like it, I bet, know exactly what episode I'm talking about or have narrowed it down to two.

For those who don't know, the show (created by The Simpsons producers) centers around a young Homer type of guy named Fry who was put in cryogenic sleep on the eve of the year 2000 and thawed out on the eve of the year 3000.

In this particular episode Fry and co. are exploring old New York (they live in New New York) and find the fossil of a dog. Fry is amazed to discover that it was in fact his dog from before he was frozen. The show then goes back and forth with flashbacks showing the relationship he had with his dog. Fry's parents always favored his older brother over him ignoring him most of the time, his brother always teased and verbally abused him, his girlfriend also had an acerbic tongue and was very unfaithful. In short he was a pretty lonely guy. But he had his dog, his best friend. He couldn't keep a dog where he lived so he always met the dog every morning outside the pizzeria he worked. He kept the dog well fed with scraps from his job and the dog was his most loyal and faithful companion. It was even showed that when Fry first went missing (got frozen) the dog was the only one who missed him and even went so far as to try to get the attentions of Fry's family that something was wrong but to no avail.

Anyhow, back to the future and the fossilized version of the dog. Fry's umteenth great grand nephew (who is a dottering old professor) says he can clone the dog with his memories intact. Fry is excited about this and all for it at first, then he finds out that the dog was 16 when he died. When Fry was frozen the dog had only been 3. He goes on to say that the dog must have had a whole long life after he went away with a new family. He wouldn't remember Fry now and it wouldn't be fair to bring him back.

Then at the end of the episode in the final flashback, it shows the dog sitting outside the pizzeria eagerly waiting the arrival of Fry. Like time-lapse the hours/days/months/years go by and the dog was still there waiting in rain, harsh winds, snow, sweltering heat, always sitting straight and proud waiting for his friend, until he starts getting older and a hunch develops in his back and finally when he is old and mangy he has to lay down, but he's still in front of the shop. The owner of the pizzeria (much older now than in previous flashbacks offers the dog a slice of pizza but the animal turns his head away. All this time during this sequence they are playing the song "If it takes forever I will wait for you" in the background. Then fade to black and credits appear.

Everytime I see this episode it never fails to reduce me to a sobbing whimpering baby. All I have to do is see the ending and I am Niagara Falls. Especially since I was forced to give up my own dog (it was either give her up or see her be put down, it was at a time in my life when I didn't have the strength to find another solution and people I depended on let me down). Yeah, I don't think any other piece of work, be it song, movie, book, etc. has touched me deeper than this.

 

[mismused]

delete

 

[Guest]

the sparkle in nirvana's eyes when she talks bout the baby

 

[RhymeFairy]

he touched me deep

so deep my nether regions
would begin to drip silken
sap when he spoke. so deep
my bounteous
bussoms peaked and pouted
for him to touch,
taste with sliding tongue
those filmy fingers that would
map
me out. point to point
all pointed south
where I deeply

ached
for his nestling needle to pluck
and infiltrate me to my very core.

*pant pant ...

 

[Anniejustagirl]

"thanks for being here."