Tuesday, October 5, 2010
posted by Walker at 12:29 AM
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Friday, October 1, 2010
posted by Walker at 11:33 AM
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posted by Walker at 12:55 AM
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
posted by Walker at 2:00 PM
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Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And
when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your
roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever
part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not
excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not
the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at
night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I
am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is
both an art and a fortunate accident.
~
Louis de Bernières
posted by Walker at 1:49 PM
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Monday, April 26, 2010
Seems like ages...
posted by Walker at 10:44 PM
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posted by Walker at 5:08 PM
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