February 2012
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6 Types of Love
Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
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Meditation by Chief Tecumseh (1768-1813) Shawnee...
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always...
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#37: Give the Benefit of the Doubt.
100notestomyself:
That rude waitress That annoying driver That aloof colleague That demeaning boss
Oh, how we hate them!
But we wouldn’t know… She could have just broken up with her boyfriend. He could be rushing his pregnant wife to the hospital. She could be worried about her mother’s cancer. He could have had a bad argument with his daughter.
We never know.
But if we were in their...
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Kuala Lumpur, you heartbreaker
superbunneh:
I have been told I was impossible to be loved. That I was difficult to handle. That I was complex, stubborn and wildly passionate about things it’s intimidating.
I say, I’m a rare breed. That to love me is to know the core of who I am. Unless I am evil, which I can positively say I am not, you will not judge me. I am not an archetypal Malay woman. I don’t cook, I don’t clean, and I...
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Cat in an Empty Apartment
“It’s about the death of someone close to her that’s done from the point of view of the person’s cat,” she said.
— Wislawa Szymborska
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“Die—you can’t do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
in an empty apartment?...”
– That poem, “Cat in an Empty Apartment,” as translated by Dr. Cavanagh and Mr. Baranczak. Wislawa Szymborska, a gentle and reclusive Polish poet who won the 1996 Nobel Prize in Literature, died on Wednesday in Krakow, Poland. She was 88.
January 2012
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