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How To Be Alone (via andyradorfman)
A video made to the poem How To Be Alone by Tanya Davis
This is my new mantra!
After a month of bear traps, this is much needed inspiration.
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People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life…
Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia)
I’m glad someone else thought this important enough to write down. I just gave away my copy for someone else to enjoy, realizing that though I’ve been quoting this passage ever since my recent Heart Annihilation / Soul Crushing Devastation, I didn’t actually write it down. Liz doesn’t actually say this, though, she’s quoting Richard from Texas… who really helped me overcome my debilitating heartache.
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I kissed a stranger…
… Named Shane, onstage, infront of everyone… As a demo. I bet you can find it on Twitter.
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I accomplished a childhood dream in September by finally visiting Mont St. Michel. The Mont lies on the border between Normandy and Brittany, France. After reading about it in the margins of my World History textbook during my high school freshman year, I knew that it was the one place in the entire world that I wanted to see more than anything.
I can’t tell you how exhilarating it was to run up and down along the ramparts.
I felt alot like Rapunzel in this photo. If only I had cascades of long hair to throw down to the crashing waves below…
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Young Manhattanite: Public hair
Later that night, the two younger kids had some friends sleeping over, so they commandeered the front room with the flat screen TV while our oldest, my wife and I were in the master bedroom watching a little True Blood on the HBO. My son sat on the floor. She had changed into her nightgown and was lying on the bed on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed. I was leaning against the headboard and so had nice view of her ass, sometimes slightly more as the nightgown would slowly hike up, before she pulled it back down again. It was the most of her body I’d seen in two months and I couldn’t stop staring. We haven’t had sex in four months which is about as long as I’ve gone without in 20 years. I know, boo hoo. However, my frustration is exacerbated by being in daily close proximity to the woman I’ve slept with for half my life and still find incredibly physically attractive while not being able to touch her. I’ve found myself staring at her arms, her hands, her feet, any exposed body part. It’s maddening.
This is gut wrenchingly heartbreaking. I can’t help but to regress to a similar moment in my recent past.
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