never give all the heart

never give all the heart for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seem
certain, and they never dream
that it fades out from kiss to kiss;
for everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
o never give the heart outright.
for they, for all smooth lips can say,
have given their hearts up to the play.
and who could play it well enough
if deaf, and dumb and blind with love?
he that made this knows all the cost,
for he gave his heart and lost.

-w.b. yeats

love's secret

never seek to tell thy love,
      love that never told can be;
for the gentle wind doth move
      silently, invisibly.

i told my love, i told my love
       i told her all my heart,
trembling, cold in ghastly fears
       ah! she did depart!

soon after she was gone from me,
       a traveler came by,
silently, invisibly
        he took her with a sigh.

-william blake

the danger of a broken heart is not the pain.
not the tears, or anger.
not the ache, not the loneliness,
not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big.

the danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with.
mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort.
independence.
the oaths we take. what we swear to ourselves.
the danger is self-reliance.

the danger is that these stitches in our heart don't fall out.
that they are there to stay.
because they must.

the danger is that we know it isn't about love anymore.
and,
it isn't about how perfect we are in our world.
it's about how perfect we are in theirs.

the danger is that two became one.
and a half of one...
well.

half is not whole.

but now we must make it so.

-lauren (lelove)

paris please....

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just another monotone monday...

the rain has kept the store empty all morning, leaving me in a subdued peace scanning blogs and collecting elisabeth  gilbert quotes.

but all of this solidarity also has me thinking too much about myself, where i am going, where i want to end up and how i want it to look along the way. i wish i could say that i was feel less like maleficent through all of this, but that would be a lie. today i'll blame the rain, start setting goals and making wishes.

today's wish:

more photo booths, a good matte black nail color, this little bunny, a better umbrella and maybe a new black keys album

j'adore

the dark side

queen of hearts:he doesn't strike me as a sparkle promoter"
                        even in our dark and twistedness, we still sparkle (albeit a little less gold, a bit more midnight blue)

maleficent: you are so correct, he is a sparkle thief, a non-discriminant, be it silver, gold or midnight blue sparkle annihilator!

queen of hearts: so the moral of the story is that you and i are alone on the island and anyone who wants to join us has to show that they can enhance the sparkle

maleficent: exactly! show us what you've got or show yourself to the door!
                 by the way, lady tremaine has talks of joining our stormy forces

crepuscular

i am feeling bogged down by the mundane, which is not helping my dark and twisty demeanor. so as the clouds are rolling in over the salt lake valley, preparing for tomorrow's spring snow flurries, i will embrace the darkness, look forward to sulking into a lurid bar x booth with the queen of hearts, and fill my mind with images matching the blackness of my nails and soul.


a double barrel whiskey, and tell me ooh baby do you miss me?

annie leibovitz for disney