Tag Archives: past

I Don’t Know What I Mean To You | Thought Catalog

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/i-dont-know-what-i-mean-to-you/ This is my post rewritten and published by Thought Catalog! Whoo Hoo!

Advertisements

The Song of Lunch | Watch Online | Masterpiece | PBS

The Song of Lunch | Watch Online | Masterpiece | PBS.

A fascinating poetic/self-conversational piece that shows the consequences of living in the past and in fantasy…

 

The Song of Lunch | Watch Online | Masterpiece | PBS

When a middling copy editor/failed poet meets his former lover for lunch 15 years after their affair, he finds that everything — and nothing — has changed. From the tablecloths to the wine to his former lover, wealth and success now gloss the surface where kitsch and passion once held sway. He is bitter, petulant and increasingly inebriated; she is glamorous, generous, and eventually provoked. A dramatization of Christopher Reid’s acclaimed narrative poem, The Song of Lunch stars Alan Rickman (Harry Potterfilms) and Emma Thompson (Sense and Sensibility, film version) in the unnamed roles of He and She. Waiter, I’ll take the nostalgia special with a side of recrimination and finish with regret, for a lunch that celebrates love and ambition with poignancy, humor, and affection.


High Quality Crying

High Quality Crying

Wow, I needed to read this!

Excerpts from the reblog itself:

It’s hard being a person, and the stresses and pressures periodically just become too much for us. Crying is a helpful release mechanism, bypassing our beliefs that we have to hold it all together and giving us a chance to break down and get help.”

It’s not hard to support someone when they’re crying. All you need to do is offer comfort and safety at the same time as you encourage them to feel whatever they need to feel.”


Tragic Faith.

Amazing how hard it is to forget the past pleasure, but now it is accompanied with pain. May grief heal your sorrow.

My Virtual Reality

My eyelids finally rested and gradually my eyes were comforted by the darkness. My body was finally about to taste comfort after lingering hours of frustrating attempts to fall asleep, but then I heard it. I heard my phone ring, it was 2 a.m. Slowly, I wrapped my fingers around my phone and with so much effort tried to open my somnolent eyes. I saw his name and all the questions in the world raced through my brain, and for a second the only thing I heard were my heart beats. What could he possibly want at this time? Was he trying to ruin all the efforts I’ve put into deleting every second of happiness I’ve breathed while in his arms, every tear of sadness that burned my soul, every heartbeat that emphasized that I loved him more than I could love anything or anyone ?

A simple text that…

View original post 286 more words


%d bloggers like this: