"Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off....
but its better if you do."
Who Knows, Lightning Could Strike!
Do you love Drew?
You mean, like you loved Mom?
Forget about me and Mom. -
Are you gonna marry him?
I'm probably.
Listen, I'm crazy about the guy. He's smart. He's aggressive. He could carry Parrish Communications into the 21st century and me along with it.
Mm-hmm. So, what's wrong with that?
That's for me. I'm talking about you. It's not what you say about Drew. It's what you don't say.
Maybe you're not listening.
Oh, yes, I am. Give him whatever he wants. There's not an ounce of excitement, not a... whisper of a thrill. And this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to... sing with rapture and dance like a dervish.
Oh, that's all.
Yeah. Be deliriously happy, or at least leave yourself open to be.
Okay. "Be deliriously happy." I shall, uh... I shall do my utmost.
I know it's a cornball thing. But love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. 'Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
Bravo!
Oh, you're tough.
I'm sorry. Okay. Give it to me again, but the short version this time.
Okay. Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike.
Caught in the Act
Alessandra Ambrosio for Russh Magazine..... Cannot wait for this editorial to come out! The Victoria Secret girls are killing it in the Fall Campaigns this year!
via FashionGoneRogue
In the Brush
I love ethereal editorials... this one happens to be from a Melbourne photographer, Philip Duc.
Enjoy hump day.
Play the Mandolin
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become 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 desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
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