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sunny maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234158905051600477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900722065501723788.post-17144056544510753902014-03-21T03:43:00.002-07:002015-05-19T16:39:26.597-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">right now you're sleeping next to me in bed and i just want to let you know that i love you. i tell you everyday, but today we had a great day and now, at this moment, feeling every breath you take, i am overwhelmed by how lucky i am to know you. you are mine. and i am yours. infinitely, or for as long as you will have me...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">there are a great many things i want to tell you, but i will wait, not because i am afraid but because i want to experience things with you at the right time. i want to prolong these intoxicating feelings, this falling in love with you, tripping over what i feel for you, for as long as possible. there is no rush. we have all the time in the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">i love you so much that the words themselves sound so incredibly lame. but now i'm tired. so i will end this and wrap my arms around your back and kiss your neck and i can't wait to feel this all over again tomorrow. </span>sunny maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234158905051600477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900722065501723788.post-5373750502548694732014-03-07T01:46:00.001-08:002014-03-07T01:46:30.670-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">my head thrown back, i let my gaze dwell on the ceiling, i underwent the profoundest experience of ecstasy i have ever encountered. i had attained that supreme degree of sensibility where the divine intimations of art merge with the impassioned sensuality of emotion. i long for those rare moments when i shiver with the rush of altered consciousness. in an ephemeral blast of time's breath, it's like the universe reveals itself and there is a mutual recognition of all things. but as quick as it manifests it slams shut it's window, only leaving the essence like some intoxicating perfume that remains after someone has left the room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">i felt a pulsating in my heart. life was draining out of me, while i walked away fearing a fall.</span></div>
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“Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with uns<span style="line-height: 1.9em;">entimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.</span></div>
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Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.</div>
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Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.</div>
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Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.<br />
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Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.</div>
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Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.<br />
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Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.</div>
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Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life. ”</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">got you. you're mine now. for the rest of the day, week, month, year, life. have you guessed who i am? sometimes i think you have. Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd i feel those sultry, dark eyes of yours stop on me. are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel? i want to moan and writhe with you and i want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "i love you i love you i love you" while stripping. i want you so bad it stings. i want to kill the ugly girls that you're always with. do you really like those boring, naive, coy, calculating girls or is it just for sex? the seeds of love have taken hold, and if we won't burn together, i'll burn alone.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Judge sanely. Judge with your eyes open. What do you consider obscene? Is this obscene to you? Or perhaps that’s obscene to you? Or maybe this is obscene – to you? But what is more obscene? This, or this? This, or this? You know, politicians or demagogues like to say that sexually-explicit material corrupts the youth of our country. And yet they lie, cheat and start unholy wars. Look at ‘em. They call themselves men. They’re sheep in a herd. I think the real obscenity comes from raisin’ our youth to believe that sex is bad and ugly and dirty and yet it is heroic to go spill guts and blood in the most ghastly manner in the name of humanity. With all the taboos attached to sex, it’s no wonder we have the problems we have. It’s no wonder we’re angry and violent and genocidal. But ask yourself the question. What is more obscene? Sex or war?</span></span></div>
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letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">Become familiar with the way</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">you purse your lips</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">then let them part,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">just the slightest bit,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">when I lean in to your space</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">and kiss you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">I want to know the joy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">of how you whisper</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 28px;">“more”.</span>sunny maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234158905051600477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900722065501723788.post-8112891074836602812013-05-22T22:31:00.001-07:002014-03-24T11:32:59.362-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.<br /><br />A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.<br /><br />A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as I can’t watch an episode of a popular sitcom without having
to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually
assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a
feminist.<br />
As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are
equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more
authoritative, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her
weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I
am a feminist.<br />
As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with
phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you
pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as dressing like a women is degrading for men and as long as men
are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly
implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of
children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I
am a feminist.<br />
As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act
differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day
they are born, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are
“sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and
women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s
“natural for them”, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as
female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless
there are significantly more men then women participants (as has been
proven), I am a feminist.<br />
As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with him whenever he wants, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.<br />
As long as misogynist people exist, I am a feminist."</span>sunny maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234158905051600477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900722065501723788.post-46698084276473747612013-03-25T09:32:00.001-07:002013-03-25T09:32:29.414-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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