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Sunday, February 27, 2011 More  
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 My best friend and soul mate and lover  
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 Definitely worth  
No, she doesn’t always make me happy. There are times when I really just  want to slap her in the face, get up and walk away because it seems so  much easier. But that’s not what true love is about. It’s about learning  to forgive her for her mistakes, not holding grudges and bringing up  the past. It’s about learning to love and admire her even more for all  the small imperfections, because not one person on this earth is  perfect. It’s about discovering something new about each other every  day, and falling in love all over again every time you look into her  eyes. It’s about understanding and working through problems, not just  giving up when something goes wrong. True love wasn’t meant to be easy,  but it’s definitely worth it.X✿x✿
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 when he cries  
WHEN HE CRIESThe road I have traveled on Is paved with good intentions It's littered with broken dreams That never quite came true When all of my hopes were dying His love kept me trying He does his best to hide The pain that he's been through When he cries at night And he doesn't think that I can hear him He tries to hide All the fear he feels inside So I pray this time I can be the woman that he deserves 'Cause I die a little each time When he cries He's always been there for me Whenever I've fallen When nobody else believes He'll be there by my side I don't know how he takes it Just once I'd like to make it Then there'll be tears of joy That fill his pretty eyes So I pray this time I can be the woman that he deserves 'Cause I die a little each time When he cries-edited from when she cries by restless heart-X✿x✿
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 give you all my assurance  
 Tired and exhuasted as I am,I will never stop giving you my assurance.Knock my head, slap me whatsoever if I failed my words.I need constant wake up calls. X✿x✿
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 Please stay my knight  
Every girl wants a Prince Charming, and while he may be nice and all,  I’m thinking that I’d rather have the guy that’s gonna call at four in  the morning just to say hi. Or someone who will stop by my house after  just hanging up the phone because he wants to see how I’m really doing,  because I said I was fine, but we both know I’m lying. Or the guy who’ll let me stay at his home on a Saturday night because I’m sick. That guy, that  one guy, he may not be Prince Charming to anyone else, but he’d be my  hero. My “knight in shining armor.”I have found this knight.So, please stay.
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Saturday, February 26, 2011 No strings attached  
soulfulcaptivity:   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, bouncing between satellites and  servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I  started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that  we are in danger of losing touch?  It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers.  Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call  ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a  conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would  be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was  arranged. That was then.  Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it  mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening  moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting  u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu  Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I  write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before  sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes  well, a date will be arranged.  Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new  format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the  quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male.  Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check  to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less  intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So  what’s it really good for?  There is some argument about who actually invented text  messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies  have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as  women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts  right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what  is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about  sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of  texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.  Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in  some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are  declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be  publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and  there’s some stuff you can’t un-see.  But the reality is that we  communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we  must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us.  There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is  hurting.  We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be  neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new  importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever.  It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will.  It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important,  it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and  spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence  of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look  foolish, the courage to say, “This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my  flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more  importantly, all that I am not.”— Ashton KutcherX✿x✿
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Friday, February 25, 2011 Advert  
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011 I want to hold your hand  
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 Pillow case  
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 Ice  
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011 Words arent enough  
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 He does not understand your silence  
He who does not understand your words, most probably does not understand your silence. X✿x✿
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Friday, February 18, 2011 Where shall I go  
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Thursday, February 17, 2011 Pour my heart out  
I lowered my ego and poured my heart out. Now i regret opening my mouth.X✿x✿ camie |  
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 It is impt that I am getting to know you  
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 small things matter  
 nedhepburn:    This one time I painted a living room with a girl.    This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.    But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.    Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.    That’s what love is. Attention to detail.    And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.    But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
 She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
 She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
    But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:    One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.    And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end. 
 I hope you are reading this and you actually felt for it. X✿x✿
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011 I miss every single thing  
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 It is meant to be  
  "If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first loves, and protect each other like family — obviously its meant to be." X✿x✿
 
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 The past made me who I am today  
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 Taking risks that scare you to death  
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 Change forever  
  "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you, then you meet one person and your life is changed forever.” 
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