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  • I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.

    (Source: http://drewtrinnh.tumblr.com)

  • I’m sitting here, staring at my keyboard, desperately wanting to write something that would bring some semblance of solace or calm to my existence right now, but nothing. Complete and utter nothingness. That’s how empty and insignificant life appears to be right now.

    Not even a deep sigh provides any relief. The bitter taste of betrayal lingers for so long when dished out in cold healthy servings by one most loved. I’ve got so many questions that will never be answered. Important questions. Questions which if answered, may hold some promise of peace or at least relief from the angst of not knowing. But not even this small mercy is offered. Is this the price to be paid for believing in someone? For assuming the best of them and looking past their failures and accepting them for all the beauty they hold inside but are too afraid to show the world from fear of ridicule or rejection? Can someone really be so calculated and cruel by nature, or is it fear, paralysing fear that brings out the worst cowards in us?

  • Is it just me, or is there the image of a skeletal face in this photo caught between the branches?

    (Source: http://the2012countdown.tumblr.com/post/5143322269)

  • story of my life…

    tigertears:

    To eternity and beyond (by David Thunander)

    (Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/thunander/4319930689/)

  • landscapelifescape:

    Netherlands 10 by lonelywolf2

    (Source: http://lonelywolf2.deviantart.com/art/Netherlands-10-206759130)

  • Amazing cloud cover just before sunset. It’s the last time I truly appreciated a beautiful sunset. It seems to have lost its charm since, and instead seems more ominous these days. That’s sad, because I really loved beautiful sunsets. Really did. 

    (I took this photo on my way back from Durban heading towards Johannesburg in December 2010. South Africa)

  • The Purpose of Life

    To be available to those that have a need to benefit from the resources that you have at your disposal so that their life’s trials may be lightened by the burdens of your own. Your ability to dispense of these benefits in a magnanimous and selfless manner is directly proportional to the perceived level of dignity and respect by which you’ll be addressed or received. Forming symbiotic relationships with those that have resources that serve your needs proportional to the resources you have to serve their needs is what would tend towards a healthy exchange of benefits and trials leading to procreation within the confines of wedlock…that’s of course only if you choose to maintain your dignity in the process. If not, it will lead to procreation out of wedlock, or perhaps no possibility of procreation at all if your choice is an unnatural relationship.

    So in a nutshell, using and being used if done with dignity and respect, will lead to an honourable and happy life. Maybe.

  • Not Quite a Shakespearean Sonnet

    How do I love thee?
    I cannot count the ways.
    Not the fluttering in my heart,
    Nor the shortness in my breath,
    Nor the lightness in my step,
    Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,
    Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,
    None of this will ever truly hint at how much I love thee.

    Perhaps a hug,
    No, an enshrouding embrace with a lingering caress of your lips
    may shed some light into the depth of my love.
    But even then, the truth of my love will still remain untold.

    For I love thee like I’ve loved no other,
    And I live for thee, which I’ve never done for another.
    So you must love me,
    And you must cherish me,
    And you must hold me,
    And never leave me.
    For if you do, it will destroy me,
    And neither you nor I will ever be blessed with such a love again.