No wonder it was so difficult building rapport in the beginning. She communicated through touch and emotion.
It was like making love to a cloud.
No wonder it was so difficult building rapport in the beginning. She communicated through touch and emotion.
It was like making love to a cloud.
You know, when you’re in a really good place… you just have to sit back and appreciate the moment for what it is.
I know I don’t do that often enough. I get caught up in the new adventure; the next transformation; planning for the future… but it’s been a hell of a ride these past few years.
Keep on movin’, but don’t neglect the present, Ira Jay.
Lovin’ the beat for this song…
The body is just a physical manifestation of the mind’s state.
Life is so much easier when you’re not constantly at war with yourself. Remove the concept of ‘self’. With it, any expectations on how it “should be” will be eliminated as well.
Letting go is beautiful.
Tampuhan
By Juan Luna
1895
Oil on Canvass
There is no direct English translation for the word Tampuhan. It’s the silent treatment that one gives to his or her lover upon feeling hurt or angry.
When your lover is the one na nagtatampo (committing Tampuhan), be prepared to spend hours trying to find out what you did wrong and consoling her/ showing her you’re remorseful.
If you’re the insensitive type who messes up a lot, you’re in for one wild, confusing ride.
—Eckhart Tolle
(Source: lazyyogi, via )
You don’t need to be half naked in order to arouse my attention. Save the vulgarity and forwardness for the fictional worlds of pornography.
Sex is in the subtleties, baby girl. Lock eyes with me long enough to notice you, but brief enough that you’re not making your intentions obvious. It’s not what’s said, it’s what’s suggested. Hide and reveal your desires in double entendres and metaphors. Express your sensuality through a certain shade of lipstick, in the tonality and pitch of your voice. You merely need to know how to sway and move like the feminine creature that you are. Emphasize and exaggerate your movements in one instance, and then be cold the next. I never want to be sure of what you’re thinking. I want you to make me doubt my abilities, so that I can work that much harder to prove them to you. It’s a tug of war between domination and submission. Be a catch. Go to war with me, avoid being just another conquest. There’s no other way the two of us are going to fall in love with each other.
You’re trying to play checkers with me, baby girl. I only play chess.

“Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I’d fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, “So this is how it feels,” and I would tie it up in pretty words. I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. For I knew I could take my broken heart and place it on the stage of The Globe, and make the pit cry tears of their own.”
- Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman, issue #75, wherein William Shakespeare is portrayed as looking back over his career as he finishes writing The Tempest as one of two plays commissioned by Morpheus.

By the time you get to the courtship phase, you begin to deal with more advanced levels of communication and emotion. It goes beyond the initial stages of attraction where the individual is merely seeking to qualify themselves to the other.
On the next stage, the man and the woman make an about face and begin to carefully unravel themselves to the other at the risk of true rejection.
In spite of this possibility, it is also here where comfort, familiarity and the early signs of love are cultivated.
When a man understands a woman for who she truly is, and still loves her unconditionally… she will give him her world.
How can you go to confession if you’ve never truly sinned?