In love you conquer the abstract and the real.
Your music’s shite it keeps me up all night.
“I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.”
Marlon Brando photographed by Phillipe Halsman, 1950
we were as much intimate as i could literally feel your heart beating out of your chest with my hands on it. we were that close. remember?
"When I saw her, that was it, I said that’s the girl I’m gonna marry. Well it was a hard struggle to convince her. I kept Gena under constant scrutiny. I was enormously jealous, filled with suspicions about other men, and with the terror that those suspicions might be correct. She wouldn’t put up with that and finally I relaxed. In the beginning of our marriage, I made a bargain. Gena would fight me to the bitter end, and I would fight her to the bitter end. The bargain never has been broken. Together we live a magnificent, unassembled, emotional, and undisciplined life. I can’t think of anyone with whom I would rather argue or love than my wife. We fight, argue, kill each other off every single day, Gena and me. But thats only surface, cause we both have the understanding that when we don’t do that, its all over."
John Cassavetes (via lotus-belle)
I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it were nothing
more than an assumption of you; it is my last
mode of defence. The last item of clothing
to discard before I realise I’m naked in public.
Because they can hear it in my voice. I know.
Even in that one short syllable that means
everything and nothing; your name is as common
as you are rare. As easy as you are not.
As simple as love should be, but never is.
But when I’m alone, I tie my tongue softly
round the familiar sound, as if pronouncing
with conviction the phonetics of desire
will cause time to pause just long enough
for the earth to hear me naming my loss.
A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name (Tania De Rozario)