"Sex is not something you do to someone. Sex is not a one way transitive verb, with a subject, you, and an object, the body you’re with.. it’s about being with and feeling with.. It’s a matter of paying attention- as if you are paying attention to someone who matters."

How Men Have Sex, Stoltenberg

"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. ‘Pooh?’ he whispered.

‘Yes, Piglet?’

‘Nothing,’ said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. ‘I just wanted to be sure of you.’"

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on? I wish I had made things for life to depend on. What if you never stop inventing? Maybe you’re not inventing at all.”

-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

"What truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me to the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional, and back. I have made the most important discovery of my career - the most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reason can be found. I am only here tonight because of you. You are the only reason I am. You are all my reasons."

John Nash, from A Beautiful Mind

What I had yet to learn, though, is that things are seldom as neat and tidy as that starry-eyed anecdote you share documentary-style on a couch. What I figured out over time is that almost always, when you hear those stories from married couples, there is a little poetic license going on, a romantic spin, polished to a high shine over time. And unless you marry your high school sweetheart (and even sometimes then), there is usually a not-so-glorious back story. There are people and places and events that lead you to your final relationship, people and places and events you’d prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it - like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it’s just the random way life unfolds. But no matter what you call it, it seems that every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version, best left alone.

— Emily Giffin, Love The One You’re With

“The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky. You are unlucky, so I may know that I am. Unfortunately the lucky never realize they are lucky until it’s too late. Take yourself for instance; yesterday you were better off than you are off today, but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it’s too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have. The grass is always greener on the other side.”

- Lucky Number Slevin.

My brain is sick,

my heart is torn,

my arms are empty.

— Asher Roth.

My babygirl.

Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on. Everything moves, nothing stays & I will not hold on.

I feel like I'm in the middle of a never ending cycle and I'm scared. Not even for myself this time. I don't know what to with myself. Mhm, myself. I forgot I was going to start doing things for myself. Now I'm stuck again and this time, in the end, I don't think it will be my feelings hurt.

via: marciyeahh.blogspot.com

CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK !

You know you're from Louisiana when...

-Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside, even in December.

-You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads

-You don't look twice when you see pink flamingos in yards of nice subdivisions during Mardi Gras.

-You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils.

-Your ancestors are buried above the ground .

-You drink Community Coffee, have tried Starbucks, but don't see what all the fuss is about. (YEAH!!!)

-You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco .

-Every once in a while, you have waterfront property .

-You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, 'Don't eat the dead ones,' and you know what he means.

-You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.

-You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.

-Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads .

-You believe that purple, green , and gold look good together.

-Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.

-You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.

-Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.

-Your house payment is less than your utility bill.

-You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.

-Your grandparents are called 'Mam-Maw' and 'Paw-Paw..'

-Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.

-You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a 'New Orleans-based' movie or TV show.

-You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.

-You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer.

-When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.

-You've eaten at one or more of these restaurants, AND know how to pronounce them: Prejeans, Tu Jac's, Gallatoire's, Ralph & Kacoo's, Brunet's, or Mulatte's.

-You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.

-You call home just to find out what your momma'nem are having for supper tonight.

My Favorite Scene

George Bailey:	What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.
Mary:	I'll take it. Then what?
George Bailey:	Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?

“ Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.

— Miranda July

Downloaded a cover of If This World Were Mine sung by John Legend & India.Arie. They did a good enough job for me to actually like it. The only problem is that neither one of their voices are smooth enough, although that is what they are praised for, for the song. Not to say they did my favorite song in the world justice, but they did it well.

Yea.

“I smile, because when I cry it doesn’t help. When I cry, all it does is make people ask if I’m okay. I would love nothing more than to punch these people. I’m sitting here crying, but yes, I’m perfectly happy. I mean, come on, give me a break. Obviously I’m not okay.”

I used to be so in love with him. (This isn't a subliminal post, I hope he reads this & then I won't have to say words). I used to have whole posts dedicated to him, a lot like this one but stating I was all intrigued and happy. I used to think he felt the same way. Shit maybe he did, whatever. It's funny to think I thought he knew me. He didn't. Because he decides to tell me I'm a liar. Post things saying I'm a liar. Tell the world I'm a liar. I don't lie. Not to him. One time I did, not going there. I lied another time when I told myself over & over I hate him. I don't, there's too much energy that goes into hating someone. I love him, don't know if I could say I'm all in love with him because of how much I dislike him now. I don't care how he feels about me now, I don't care about too much of anything anymore. I wish he cared. But now I'd just wish he'd keep my name & harsh words out his mouth. I know I've kept everything disrespectful to myself.

“Why do anything— why wash my hair, why read Moby Dick, why fall in love, why sit through six hours of Nicholas Nickleby, why care about American intervention in Central America, why spend time trying to get into the right schools, why dance to the music when all of us are just slouching toward the same inevitable conclusion? The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death.” — Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation