February 2011
7 posts
I just want my heart to feel untouched by time.
Love shines bright like the sun and it will damage us if we suck up too much of it, also, like the sun.
Enough,
is enough.
Why is it that always so hard to understand?
Ashton Kutcher on romance in the digital age →
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emangarcia: via. Ashton Kutcher, No Strings Attached
I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,
“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”
I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens,...
January 2011
16 posts
Lately,
When all your mind worries about is trying to slough off that unsettling feeling inside, it’s impossible to find inspiration to reawaken the sun in your heart.
I’m at a loss for words. I probably will be for a while.
Wait for me?
I was rude to my mom today.
I was a bitch to him today.
I was sorry for myself today.
And the one person that deserved any of that? I was nice to her today.
Sundays are supposed to be pleasant.
I’m sorry Mom
I’m sorry ab.
A rock is useless when you want water, but it’s the best thing when you want to keep something important from flying away.
It makes sense you know, you and your mama. Sleepin’ with all these men thinkin’ it’s just sex.
It ain’t just sex honey, it all has a root; and you gotta find that root, to pluck it. At 4:30 am you rise, moving the arms and legs that trapped you. You sighed: a vermon, a sculptured man, and make yourself a bath of dark musk oil, egyptian crystals and florida water to remove...
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