A haiku from the article: Zosia Mamet Is Still Getting Used to Being Your New Best Friend
A haiku from the article: Zosia Mamet Is Still Getting Used to Being Your New Best Friend
Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a Hula-Hoop from the earth’s hips and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our eightieth anniversary. Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills will leave us like a love letter in a landfill. But whatever, whenever, however this ends I want you to know right now, I love you forever.
out of the night that covers me,
black as the pit from pole to pole,
i thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
in the fell clutch of circumstance
i have not winced nor cried aloud.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed.
beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the Horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid.
it matter not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll.
i am the master of my fate:
i am the captain of my soul.
A woman’s heart is not bought by the currency of a man’s emotion for her. A woman’s heart is won over by her own feelings for herself when he just happens to be around.
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Schiaparelli & Prada: Impossible Conversations
Prada S/S 2004
Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind.
I certainly do care for you - less than you are always thinking, and much more than you are ever knowing.
Rosa Parks’ Dress, c. 1955
Dress that Rosa Parks was making shortly before she was arrested for not giving up her seat on a segregated bus.
(via thegiftsoflife)
The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.
A relationship by fate or destiny. This is a complex concept. It draws on principles of predetermination in Chinese culture, which dictate relationships, encounters and affinities, mostly among lovers and friends.
The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone's hair.
The happiness of meeting again after a long time.
A person who is willing to forgive abuse the first time; tolerate it the second time, but never a third time.
The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.
“You bury me.” It’s a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person, because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
(Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.
The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a "vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist."
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