Posts tagged love.





What Love means to a 4-8 year old: A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ’What does love mean?’  The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined  

See what you think:

‘When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’ – Rebecca, age 8 

‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ – Billy, age 4 

‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ – Karl, age 5 

‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ –Chrissy, age 6 

‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ -Terri, age 4 

‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.’ – Danny, age 7 

‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing , you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. 
They look gross when they kiss’ – Emily, age 8 

‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents 
and listen.’ –Bobby, age 7

‘If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you hate” –Nikka, age 6 

‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday..’ –Noelle, age 7 

‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’ –Tommy, age 6 

‘During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ – Cindy, age 8 

‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ –Clare, age 6 

‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ –Elaine, age 5 

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ –Chris, age 7 

‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’ -Mary Ann, age 4 

‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ –Lauren, age 4 

‘When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ - Karen, age 7 

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross..’ –Mark, age 6 

‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’ –Jessica, age 8

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing , I just helped him cry’. 


I cried reading this because yes, I am that much of a sap.

(via youidiots)

#love  #life  

How I’m feeling.


That’s how I feel about relationships. They’re totally irrational, crazy, and absurd. But I guess we, uh,  just keep going through it because most of us… need the eggs.

(via bbook)

7,175 plays

Why does my heart go on beating

Why do these eyes of mine cry

Don’t they know it’s the end of the world

It ended when you said goodbye

(via bbook)

#music  #love  

take time.

#life  #love  

Theatre, Love, Life.

This class has taught me so much. Yes, I learned plenty about devised theatre and its different incarnations (inspiration, adaptation, verbatim, site specific) but the most important things that I have taken away from this class concern their application within the larger scheme of things.

Being forced to work in groups with some people who, within any other circumstances, I would not normally choose to work with has taught me a lot about myself. There is a relationship and dynamic established within each group and sometimes it works out wonderfully and sometimes it’s an immense headache. Given the opportunity for reflection both within a class discussion and in a personal journal shared only with my professor (the amazing and talented Catriona Leger), I’ve come to realize some things about the way that I work and the way that I treat my relationships.

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#life  #love  #theatre  #diary  


  • Louie: I want to be your friend, and it’s okay to me that there’s nothing else. But can I just, can I just tell you one time the way I feel about you?
  • Pamela: You wanna tell me?
  • Louie: Yes. And I’ll be your friend, and I won’t press to be anything else if you’ll just let me get it out one time.
  • Pamela: You wanna tell me.
  • Louis: Yes. Please.
  • Pamela: Go ahead…
  • Louie: Pamela- I’m in love with you.
  • Pamela: (Head in hands), Oh God.
  • Louie: Yeah. It’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me.
  • Pamela: (Hand over ears), Oy, eww!
  • Louie: Shut up…let me tell you, LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you…which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t wanna be with anybody else.
  • Pamela: Louie…
  • Louie: I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t even think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train…we were on this train and you were holding my hand…that’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand, and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you Pamela, it’s like a condition, it’s like Polio, I feel like I’m gonna die if I can’t be with you…and I can’t be with you…so I’m gonna die. And I don’t care. Because I was brought into existence to know you. And that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back…it’s like greedy. I’m doing a bad job of this.
  • Pamela: No you’re not.
  • Louie: I’m not?
  • Pamela: No. It’s a good job; it’s a really good job.
#louis ck  #tv  #love  

Annie Hall

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Dating in New York. 

  • Dating in New York is extremely difficult. 
  • Dating in New York is extremely difficult because women get hit on all of the time, in every way imaginable. 
  • Men are inherently lonely people because our defaults are either fucking or fighting related (not counting sleep; eating, obviously), and the New York City default is all about ‘survival’.
  • Combine the two previous bullet points and you have a recipe for disaster; a city full of angry dudes at half staff trying harder and harder at a game that women become increasingly bitter at ever being involved in it in the first place. 
  • I don’t know what it must be like to be a woman in New York. It must be really difficult / freeing / one or the other, but not both. 
  • Last night I was outside of a bar, and this woman dropped something from her purse and kept walking. It was one of those “buy 9 get the 10th free” things and I figured she’d want it back so I tapped her on the arm and tried to hand it back to her. “You dropped this”, I said, and she gave me a look as if I had just vomited shit out of my eyes. She didn’t take the damn card. This was in front of five people. 
  • Her friend saw it and whispered “Don’t worry, I’ll take that”, but holy shit, how bitter can someone be when they drop something and someone tries to hand it back to them? 
  • Perhaps its got to do more with the human condition. 
  • Perhaps we are all just very, very lonely and defensive. We are all just monkeys still with money and guns. 
  • That’s what I initially thought. 
  • But then I saw a guy fingerbang his girlfriend over her skirt while at the bar, and it made me think. 
  • Perhaps there are two types of men in this world:
    1. Guys that fingerbang people at bars, and
    2. Guys that don’t. 
  • I looked around the bar and saw everyone else just stand around, waiting and wanting to be looked at. Men, women, everyone. 
  • Perhaps we’re just looking for a hole to fill. I mean that metaphorically. 
  • Or I guess the other way, too. 
  • The human heart doesn’t want to be bitter. The brain does not want to be angry. These are not our default settings. These are switches and dials in our heads that have taken years, sometimes decades to change that way. It’s easier not to remember those original settings. It’s a lot easier to become what the world wants you to be, instead of making the world become what you want it to, which takes years, years, years. 
  • Positivity is a marathon, not a sprint. 
  • It’s just that these people have made many smaller decisions, split second ones, hundreds of them, to ignore that and turn the other way. 
  • It’s a lot easier to focus on your own problems and project them. 
  • Which is why I think she didn’t want to take her card back, because she thought I was trying some sort of maneuver. 
  • Which is worrying in and of itself, because it’s just a card, lady. It’s not a proposal nor am I trying to fuck you. 
  • Which, I guess, made me feel kinda sad for her
  • And people like her
  • Who look at an exchange like that and their take home is “Stacey, this guy outside the club tried to hand me something!” “Oh my god!” “I knooooow!” 
  • And they don’t look at it any other way and chalk it up to their “Well I Never!” category in their head
  • And that whole cycle just breeds loneliness. 
  • And you see people walking down the street hand in hand, and you wonder how they did it. 
  • I guess through just ignoring everything I’ve just said, right? 
  • It’s like that Bret Easton Ellis line “People are afraid to merge”, except he was talking about people on the freeway, really. 
  • And I’m just talking about a lady dropping something on the sidewalk. 

(via gregrutter)

#life  #love  

Bandages - Hey Rosetta!

There is so much that I love about this music video. Watching this was the perfect way to end my night.

As artists we come to the theatre by accident or trauma. We remain out of fortitude and stubbornness. We return to each project with the knowledge that true discomfort is humanizing and that it is never too late for hope to stimulate change…I have always believed in the innate power of the theatre to change people’s lives because it changed my own.

Howard Baker, Arguments for a Theatre (via againbyheart)
#quote  #theatre  #love  

bookstore wedding :)

Sometimes you can tell how much people love each other without even seeing their faces.” - Color Me Katie

5 Tips For Finding Work You Love ›

  1. Pay attention to what you envy. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it tells the truth. You only envy those who have what you desire. Back when I was a Wall Street lawyer, some of my former law school classmates got together one evening, and compared notes on alumni career tracks. They spoke with admiration and, yes, jealousy, of a classmate who argued regularly before the Supreme Court. At first I felt critical of their envy. More power to that classmate! I thought, congratulating myself on my magnanimity. Then I realized that my largesse came cheap, because deep down I didn’t aspire to the accolades of lawyering. When I asked myself whom I did envy, the answer came back instantly. My college classmates who’d grown up to be writers, or psychologists.

  2. Ask yourself what you loved to do when you were a child. How did you answer the question of what you wanted to be when you grew up? The specific answer you gave may have been off the mark, but the underlying impulse was not. If you wanted to be a fireman, what did a fireman mean to you? A good man who rescued people in distress? A daredevil? Or the simple pleasure of operating a truck? If you wanted to be a dancer, was it because you got to wear a costume, or because you craved applause, or was it the pure joy of twirling around at lightning speed? You may have known more about who you were then than you do now.

  3. Pay attention to the work you gravitate to. When I was a lawyer, I never once volunteered to take on an extra corporate legal assignment, but I spent a lot of time doing pro bono work for a women’s leadership organization. I also sat on several law firm committees dedicated to mentoring and training young lawyers in the firm. Now I am not the committee type (I’m an introvert!), but the goals of those committees lit me up, so that’s what I did. Today I’m doing a version of this kind of work with my writing and consulting, and I wake up every day excited to get started.

  4. What makes you cry? This one comes courtesy of Steve Pavlina, over at Personal Development for Smart People. He advises that you sit down with a blank sheet of paper, ask yourself what your life purpose is, and keep writing down answers until you come to the one that makes you cry. I experienced a variation of this many years ago. I was having dinner with my good friend Katie Orenstein. I mentioned that I’d always wanted to be a writer but could never find the time to actually write anything. We were having a casual conversation, but I saw the depth of my emotions reflected back in Katie’s face. And I burst into tears. Now here I am, with my first book coming out next year. (Check out Katie’s inspiring Op-Ed project here; she may change your life too.)

  5. You may think I’m conflating work with life purpose here. I am. In an ideal world they will be one and the same. For many people, however, it’s not an ideal world. In that case, try to earn your income from work that doesn’t take too much time and energy. Then spend the rest of your time doing what you truly love.

#passion  #work  #love