So. Long. For. Now.

quietly

sailingonthesea:

amandoline:

beenthinking:

ali-with-an-i:

I want you to borrow my clothes

and wear them to work

let me sleep in your shirt

I want you to know

which side of the bed is mine

which cup I use all the time

I want you to see

when I’m in a bad mood

to leave me alone; there’s nothing to do

I want you to talk

about things that don’t matter

over coffee, and cake on a platter

I want you to read

all the books on my shelf

and sleep in my favourite socks

I want you to call

when it’s raining

and you’re in a phone box

I want you to breathe heavily

when you’re asleep on my couch

so I can wake you up and tell you

to shut your mouth

I want you to secretly read all my diaries

so I can catch you and know that you’re lying

when your denying it

I want you to smell

my perfume bottles and remember

which one I wear and how often

I want you to tell me

you noticed today, that I wasn’t here

and it wasn’t the same

I want you to remember

just one of these things,

and maybe

now and then,

you could give me

a ring.

emilyposts:

Sadie, I just popped in Feast of Love. Short review to follow.

Awesome.

I was just thinking about watching it again. And I RARELY watch movies twice.. It’s a form of suicide in my opinion. But for me, this movie puts love, life, happiness and heartbreak all into perspective. It was just so undeniably real.I’m considering making the watching of this move a prerequisite for all my future lovahs. =)

And P.S. I have endlessly been searching for a Harry (aka Morgan Freeman) of my own. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a father or grandfather.

Who you are versus what your blog is.

mascarah:

I have been discussing with some people on Tumblr the recent outbreak of negativity that fellow Tumblr users are throwing out blindly and not so blindly against other users.

Do you think that by reading anyone’s blog (be it on Tumblr or Wordpress or Blogger or…) you really know that person? And if you do feel as though you really know that person, what is it that would compell you to vocalize your dislike or like for them based upon what you’ve read?

I would like to believe that everyone’s Tumblrs/blogs just act as a very small aggregate of their interests, things that catch their eye/attention, and various snipets of their lives. It seems pretty hard and ultimately unnecessary to form a concrete opinion about a person based on what they write and/or share.

The social element of a platform like Tumblr makes it inevitable that people will interact with others based upon interests and in some cases, real life interactions. Healthy debate and disagreement or agreement with someone’s posting is part of the greatness of Tumblr, the beauty of the reblog. However, to me there is a huge difference between liking or disliking a posting, theme of a blog, opinion of a person, etc… and disliking/liking the person who posted it. Why even expend the negative energy?

In no social setting will everyone ever “like” everyone but is this medium the appropriate place to make that deduction about a person? Aren’t we all much more complex as people than our blogs? Isn’t our blog just one piece of the puzzle?

Responding to someone’s posts because you find the topic intriguing or have something to add to the idea is awesome and often educational, but unless an average user is creating a brand out of their identity, isn’t it a little off-base to claim to “know” enough about someone from what they choose to blog enough to say disparaging things about them?

To me, that just isn’t what this whole Tumblr phenomenon is all about and it is sad that this appears to be a powerful enough of a force that it actually turns people away from it as a medium for blogging resulting in them feeling as though they don’t want to engage in it anymore because of the reactions of those who just can’t seem to simply ignore the blogs and people that they don’t “like.”

Shouldn’t we all be entitled to say what we wish within our own space without being personally attacked for who we are and what we choose to share?

A fellow Sarah, always full of wisdom and maturity. And some great advice for stupid people. ; )

woody redux

rach:

[Yoga guy: In what ways do you feel we don’t click?

Jessica:In what ways? We don’t click in any ways. We don’t have chemistry, or banter, or common interests. You’re a yoga instructor, you get colonics, you don’t understand the chaos or absurdity of life, on this planet and in this city. You don’t understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block—I love that. You don’t drink coffee, or alcohol, you don’t overeat, you don’t cry when you’re alone, you don’t understand sarcasm. You plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine-free, dairy-free, conflict-free, banal self-possessed way—I’m bold, and angry, and tortured, and tremendous and I notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black, or when someone changes the natural timbre of their voice on the phone. I don’t give out empty praise. I’m not complacent, or well-adjusted, I can’t spend 50 minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself, I can’t even spend 3 minutes finishing an article. I check my phone machine 9 times every day, and I can’t sleep at night, because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference, and if I will every express the greatness within me or if I will remain forever paralyzed by the muddled madness inside my head. I’ve wept on every birthday I’ve ever had, because life is huge, and fleeting. And I hate certain people and certain shoes. And I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary, but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable. And I hate myself a lot of the time, but a lot of the rest of the time, I adore myself and I adore my life in this city, in this world we live in, this huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.

(sigh) And in these ways, I feel that we do not click.

Yoga guy: So you don’t think it’s gonna work out right now? ]

—Original scene from Kissing Jessica Stein that didn’t make it into the movie; sometimes I wish Jennifer Westfeldt was my homegirl.

Feast of Love

First suntan of the season.

How am I going to explain it when I return to work tomorrow?

emilyposts:

Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions?

There are lots of big name movies I left off the list because I’ve already seen them, but I’d love some feedback. We rent a lot of movies.  

Rent Feast of Love! it was great.