...Love is a great beautifier.

2011-07-07T23:08:00.001-07:00

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she’s blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He’s always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:

“Just take care of my eyes dear.”

"A Convenient Literary Device For Ending Short Stories And Books"

2011-06-03T13:51:00.000-07:00

"I've lost my desire for faulty love. along comes the taste of an obsession i'm unfamiliar with. i can't let this lust for indecency occupy my mind but i'm preoccupied with jealousy, thoughts of sodomy and practicalities. change everything about yourself you've grown to love. feign all the qualities that make you who you are. nobody wants to see you flaunting your flaws and imperfections. it's tacky, it's blasphemous. how am i supposed to make new friends? i can't even keep the ones i'm with. my inept disposition keeps me immune, alone. make your problems edible. chew them up and swallow. i hope that i can stomach this fleeting loneliness. i'm unsure what makes man, but i'm lacking something evident. i luxuriate in deviance to compensate incompetence. life has been constructed of let downs and wretched love. i'm skeptical of everyone. i've held them in contempt except for one, but one is not enough. and though i have tried to extract your thoughts from mine, you've somehow manage to alter my mind. miss anonymous, i'm impressed by the way you carry yourself. so delicate, you're elegant and intricate and discerning. miss anonymous, i hate to admit but i'm turned on by your intellect, your subtleties, you're complex yet a perfect fit. you're eccentric and mentally deranged like me. miss synonymous, momentarily we are placed symmetrically. every breath you take, you take in sync with me. miss synonymous, we are awkwardly polar opposites. you are pertinent, i'm completely irrelevant and though your touch is stimulating, it's nothing new to me."

Thank you P.M Today.

2011-06-03T12:19:00.000-07:00

"The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation."

There are no compassionate words strong enough to hold our suffering hearts in the face of death. It is the loving intention beneath the words, running through them, that forms the net for our falling hearts. Even as we tumble to the depths of despair, we are caught in the net of compassion. There are those who love us as we have loved. There are those who have suffered loss as we do. Every love is unique and individual. Every loss is personal and particular. Yet the great web of life embraces one and all. Our suffering is a known suffering. Our healing is an eventuality toward which all the universe tends. As we enter the o\portals of grief, we are met by the understanding of the ages. Birth, love and death are landmarks of the human conditions. As i open my heart to accept the reality of a beloved's passing, I open my heart to me own humanity. Rather than isolate myself, feeling somehow special in my grief, I choose to see that my sorrow is the sorrow of the ages-poignant, personal and particular, yet universal in nature.

"Today, I accept my tears of grief as the life-giving rain that fosters new growth. Even in the face of death itself, I feel the resiliency of life moving me inexorably onward to greater good."

2011-06-03T11:31:00.000-07:00

“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have work the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?