I spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability limited the fullness of those important experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and creativity to name a… Continue reading Paint me black…again
What the hell was he doing, falling in love with a demon?
I can’t wait for you to come rescue me.
“He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
Rhett Butler: Frankly darling, I don’t give a dame. …
Rhett Butler: You should be kissed, by someone who knows how. …
Scarlett O’Hara: As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.
Scarlett O’Hara: After all, tomorrow is another day!
Let’s waste time…chasing cars… Would you lay with me? And just forget All I am…all I ever was… I don’t quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They’re not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget… Continue reading Chasing Cars
“Schmendrick: If we run away then all the unicorns of the world will remain prisoners forever except one. And she will grow old and die. Amalthea: Everything dies! I want to die when you die. [looks at Lir] Amalthea: I’m no unicorn, no magical creature. I’m a woman, and I love you, Lir. Don’t let… Continue reading Last Unicorn – Inspiration Dec ArisAris/ B&W