If I’m going to spend forever with someone, it needs to be magical. They should seem magical. Forever is a big deal. It isn’t we say forever, but when I feel as if I could murder you, we think about it a lot, decide to go our separate ways and end our forever right then and there.

Even if they bring me to a point of murder, their magic should seep through their pores, and stop me.

That’s how people should know if they should marry someone. Not because you went on 540 dates, you both eat a lot of bacon, and like watching scary movies. Not forgetting, that he also has nice hair, his shit together, and is a really nice guy.

But because there is this kind of magic, that even when someone pushes you to the breaking point of murder, you couldn’t possibly see yourself with anyone else.

Maybe it seems extreme. An extremist love, dangerous even, but it just seems magical to me. To love someone that much, it really must be forever. Because in the end, I don’t see the nice hair or the 540 times of intense social bonding saving you from when shit hits the fan. There needs to be magic. The magic needs to be there.

“The male human and female human then practice social bonding to make themselves feel more comfortable. This will ultimately decide if the mating ritual will take place…
What do you do? Oh what do you do? What do you like? Oh what do you like?”

I’m very convinced that my soulmate is out there, and he will know, being my soulmate and all, that he can easily just show up and propose.

No need for this unnecessary dating business.

andreaallthetime:

“If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn’t help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we’ve got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don’t want to do it.”

— Stephen Colbert

Bolivia in 45 days. Llama photos… very appropriate. Could actually be alpacas… still appropriate.

And when I was at the bar, or even as I stood in the McDonald’s line at 3:30 in the morning, I looked around and realized that none of the people around me were you.

“Let’s say that since you were little you always dreamed of having a lion. And you wait and you wait and you wait, but the lion never comes. Then along comes a giraffe… you can either be alone, or you can be with the giraffe…”

“I would wait for the lion.”

“This is why I worry about you.”

—- from the movie “Beginners”

Sometimes with sad situations you have to remind yourself that worse things have happened. That this too shall pass. That you are actually lucky.

But you don’t feel lucky. Luck shouldn’t feel like this.

“Why are you throwing starfish into the sea?” the Kupuna asked. “If I don’t throw them in, they will die.” the Keiki replied. “But don’t you realize, that there are miles & miles of beach with starfish all along it? You can’t possibly make a difference!” The Keiki listened politely, she then bent down & picked up another starfish throwing it gently into the sea. “It made the difference to that one.”

“Por qué estás lanzando las estrellas de mar nel mar?” el Kupuna preguntó. “Si no, van a morir.” la Keiki respondió. “Pero, tu sabes que hay kilómetros y kilómetros de playa con estrellas de mar? No te puedes hacer una diferencia!’ La Keiki escuchó cortésmente, ella se agachó, y recogió otra estrella de mar, lanzando suavemente nel mar. “Eso hizo la diferencia para que una.”