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“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”
― Maya Angelou

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

― Maya Angelou

ucresearch:

If your Valentine’s Day is less than ideal, don’t worry — your hat is awesome.

Further reading: Dr. Lewis’ A General Theory of Love

craigslist:
"It has been a rough year darling. The ethereal power of Craig’s List will get this message to you I am sure, like in some sort of cheesy 80s movie. Well back to the last year, you of course died at the beginning of it which put things to a sour start. I spent last night with your mum and dad, we went to that Italian place in Wicker Park, who on the surface seem to be coping. I had everyone get together for my 25th which went well, your ladies are on top form and I think some engagements are brewing. Ellen is turning up the heat on Steve who will soon be forced down to one knee as you predicted. Last weekend I finally took the step of cleaning out your clothes from the closet, which is very barren now. I invited your friends over to take your what they liked, it was an awkward session. I think they took them more as a favor to me than anything else. Liz cried when we pulled out all of your shoes, Miranda joined in and then Catherine broke down. It was strange to stand in our bedroom surrounded by three crying girls. I made a joke about them crying for joy at the prospect of some free Manolo Balhniks which they didn’t seem to find very funny. A few girls have put the moves on and as you know picking up women is not a forte of mine. It seems the grieving boyfriend seems to be a good angle. Who knew! I went on one date and spent it talking about you, the poor girl. You would have found it quite witty I think. No other dates to report, I am going against your orders to move on for now. I found one of those hair tie things that somehow managed to squeeze into every crevice in the apartment. It was under the bed. I sat on the floor holding it and cried. Until then I had held everything together but it just all came flooding out. Every morning when I wake up I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you. All I ever find is the cold side of the bed. My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris, on the bedside table, and I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief I loved you and you loved me. Love, P.
(via brittneyg)

craigslist:

"It has been a rough year darling. The ethereal power of Craig’s List will get this message to you I am sure, like in some sort of cheesy 80s movie. 

Well back to the last year, you of course died at the beginning of it which put things to a sour start. I spent last night with your mum and dad, we went to that Italian place in Wicker Park, who on the surface seem to be coping. I had everyone get together for my 25th which went well, your ladies are on top form and I think some engagements are brewing. Ellen is turning up the heat on Steve who will soon be forced down to one knee as you predicted. 

Last weekend I finally took the step of cleaning out your clothes from the closet, which is very barren now. I invited your friends over to take your what they liked, it was an awkward session. I think they took them more as a favor to me than anything else. Liz cried when we pulled out all of your shoes, Miranda joined in and then Catherine broke down. It was strange to stand in our bedroom surrounded by three crying girls. I made a joke about them crying for joy at the prospect of some free Manolo Balhniks which they didn’t seem to find very funny. 

A few girls have put the moves on and as you know picking up women is not a forte of mine. It seems the grieving boyfriend seems to be a good angle. Who knew! I went on one date and spent it talking about you, the poor girl. You would have found it quite witty I think. No other dates to report, I am going against your orders to move on for now. 

I found one of those hair tie things that somehow managed to squeeze into every crevice in the apartment. It was under the bed. I sat on the floor holding it and cried. Until then I had held everything together but it just all came flooding out. 

Every morning when I wake up I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you. All I ever find is the cold side of the bed. My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris, on the bedside table, and I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief I loved you and you loved me. 

Love, 

P.

(via brittneyg)

(via emilyellyse)
Sure it does. Talk to the ladies standing outside your local probate court.

(via emilyellyse)

Sure it does. Talk to the ladies standing outside your local probate court.

(via mitochondrion)
They do not love that do not show their love.
-Shakespeare, Two Gentlemen from Verona

(via mitochondrion)

They do not love that do not show their love.

-Shakespeare, Two Gentlemen from Verona

Mike: Billy, welcome back to the airwaves. New Christmas single, cover of Love Is All Around.

Billy: Except we’ve changed the word “love” to “Christmas”.

Mike: Yes, is that an important message to you, Bill?

Billy: (Snorts) Not really, Mike. Christmas is a time for people with someone they love in their lives.

Mike: And that’s not you?

Billy: That’s not me, Michael. When I was young and successful, I was greedy and foolish and now I’m left with no one, wrinkled and alone.

Mike: Wow. Thanks for that, Bill.

Billy: For what?

Mike: For actually giving a real answer to a question. It doesn’t often happen here at Radio Watford, I can tell you.

Billy: Ask me anything, I’ll tell you the truth.

Mike: Best shag you ever had?

Billy: Britney Spears.

Mike: Wow.

Billy: No, only kidding! (Snorts) She was rubbish.

Mike: OK, here’s one. How do you think the new record compares to your old, classic stuff?

Billy: Come on, Mikey, you know as well as I do the record’s crap. (Laughs) But wouldn’t it be great if number one this Christmas wasn’t some smug teenager but an old ex-heroin addict searching for a comeback at any price? Those young popsters come Christmas will be stretched out naked with a cute bird balancing on their balls and I’ll be stuck in some dingy flat with me manager Joe, ugliest man in the world, fucking miserable because our fucking gamble didn’t pay off. So if you believe in Father Christmas, children, like your Uncle Billy does, buy my festering turd of a record. And particularly enjoy the incredible crassness of the moment we try to squeeze an extra syllable into the fourth line.

Mike: I think you’re referring to:

"If you really love Christmas…"
"Come on and let it snow."

Ouch. So, here it is one more time, the dark horse for this year’s Christmas number one, Christmas Is All Around. Thank you, Billy. After this, the news.

"But whenever I meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living. And someone needs to take the fall for this. So instead of blaming no one for this (which is kind of cowardly) or blaming everyone (which is kind of meaningless), I’m going to blame John Cusack."
 — Chuck Klosterman

"But whenever I meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living. And someone needs to take the fall for this. So instead of blaming no one for this (which is kind of cowardly) or blaming everyone (which is kind of meaningless), I’m going to blame John Cusack."

Chuck Klosterman

"I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I’m deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men."
-Diamanda Galas

"I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I’m deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men."

-Diamanda Galas

tenderbuttons:

“There is no safe investment.  To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

tenderbuttons:

“There is no safe investment.  To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.”

-C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

A kid wanted to talk to me after class today about why literary criticism imposes artificial limits on personal interpretation.

thepoliticalpartygirlcrabbyalissa:

minou:

He’s an 18 year old freshman who I observed reading Ayn Rand before class. I looooove an intellectually curious student, make no mistake, but not today, kid. You and your Ayn Rand? NOT TODAY Never.

Fixed this.

#Ayn Rand #Ayn Rand so far away.

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The weather outside right now is the kind of weather where

karenabad:

people fall in love with one another and think their love will last forever.

It’s an hour after it has rained and mere moments before it is about to rain again and there is a crispness in the air as the sun’s rays fight to cut through a sea of clouds.