Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~Khalil Gibran
I wrote this long post on getting over love, and the addiction of love, but in the end I collapsed into love. Perhaps I am the problem to which I speak of. So instead of a heavy fair of thought, today I wish to make this Thursday a lighter concoction on which to build a steady steam toward the weekend.
“Infatuation is when you think he’s as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he’s as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford — but you’ll take him anyway.” ~Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975
Headpiece: =Zenith=, Chrysantheum
Necklace/Bracelet: (kunglers), Frieda Forever/Tropical @Penumbra Sneak Peek/TDFR
Outfit: Gizza, Louisa
Boot: Maitreya, Staglioni
Pose: Di’s Opera