February 2012
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6 Types of Love
Eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
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“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,...”
– Albert Einstein
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Fun Fact #1
The Emperor Caligula once decided to go to war with the Roman God of the sea, Poseidon, and ordered his soldiers to throw their spears into the water at random
Feb 23rd
from Intension, Tool
Spark becomes a flame. Flame becomes a fire. Forge a blade to slay the stranger. Take whatever we desire. Moved by will alone.
Feb 22nd
Why are feelings often one-sided?
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“A passionate kiss acts like a drug, causing us to crave the other person thanks...”
– CNN, The Science Of Kissing  (via youngfolksociety)
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“No one is free. Even the birds are chained to the sky.”
– Bob Dylan (via littlefoxpaws)
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He smoked like a writer
thecrowsingstoo: Hand hollowed over the timid flame-  He sighed to empty his lungs and  Embraced the greying smoke with its Deep black wings fluttering against the calloused shell of his body.  Sleek as a raven, the smoke worked her way  Into his frigid frame. Her charcoal hands melted The ice of brittle solitude that had clung to his bones And made crystals in his marrow.  He felt her in his...
Feb 2nd
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Memory Remains
imprisonedphilosopher: all things in time must change as ashes fade to dust yet memories still remain shadowed images in the crust ripples on the pond winds carrying a leaf poetry sung into a song a tale of longing grief but do not cry for them these ghosts of ancient past for all things in time must change nothing is made to last but gone is not forgotten the two are not the same your voice...
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